𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 - 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

More and more days go by
While things continue to go
Awry
Ailing and ailing from the ghosts
Peering over my shoulder,
I see them behind me in the
mirror.
They come to plague my thoughts
As they do a little waltz
And the days that I choose to not
Turn away, I dance with the
Ghosts within my head
Wailing, and wailing,
Even so as I lay in bed.
Every time I turn around,
I see those ghosts coming back to
Tie me down.

✎ 𝐬.𝐩.