I place space between my words.
Space for my black heart;
Where naught disturbs
But the ghosts tearing me apart.
I leave skeletal space;
'Tis a decrepit ribcage
That locks me to this place
To bleed 'pon this page.
My spectral hauntings.
Every last pain.
These shadowed tauntings
Whom I blame
For the darkness I be.
Hiding between Love and happiness;
Ever possessing me.
My true me I must confess.
'Tis a question unanswered.
Who is haunting who?
Somewhere betwixt each word.
Who is taunting who?
© Jerry Langdon all rights reserved 2017
