Haunted

Echoes do entice ripples amid

the still waters of my existence,

for I hear the pressure of judgment,

as well as the whispers of silence

ambitions for memories not-to-be

trap me within the walls of my heart,

left to reminisce prior moments no more

and the haunting adulation of past art;

left to grasp the remainder of who I could've been,

left with every vanishing dream gone stale,

had I only forsaken them long ago,

perhaps then I could've crawled out this shell

and presently am I imprisoned here,

left to endure strikes of hatred in this accursed house,

only then did I realize,

the malice resonated from my own mouth

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Mar10n3tt3 of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Steeven]

the self-reflection and admittance of flaws are impressive but not as much as the last stanza...you have a new fan

[Tai Ryens]

The last stanza isn't my favorite either, and thanks.

[That_Girl]

Has an air of realization and self hatred that is sewn crudely through the lines. Rough and raw, but in a very good way. Nice.