i see pictures
moving on these walls
shadows and eerie sounds
randomly appears
oddly changing positions
how come i let them move
without my eyes to see?
past 3:00
time in the morning
when time stops
cloaks are moving
with silly gestures
i see a child's shadow
running from left to right
things i forgot
hunts me this time
childhood and people
i forgot to revisit
ghosts and haunted houses
leaves a mark
whenever you retreat to.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
