Ghosts

The hills rock to sleep in a sedating dream;
The night puts silent all the pains and the screams.

A voice keeps echoing pushing the walls;
The hound I shelter is daunting and tall.

My heart’s still dark like the simmering moon;
I can’t walk over with my stumbling view.

The sins I’ve done have stained my hands;
I wash and wash over but the blood never fades.

I weep for a loss like the pouring sky;
I weep for something I don’t know why?

I keep rolling on the bed without sleep;
I wake from a nightmare, scary and deep.

I try to run, but my past haunts me;
I hide my fear and the ghosts I see.

~KMnO4

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