Tuesday, March 24, 2015

the house where you grew up


cobwebs on the ceiling
cold coffee in a cup
paint cracked and peeling
the same way you've been feeling
this is the house where you grew up

dust on the Bible
desk drawers crammed with junk
nothing really needed
why do you feel defeated
in the house where you grew up

      as an adult you know
      that ghosts don't exist
      bet you're not feeling
      so grown up now
      
shadows in the closet
secrets interrupt
the silence screams its warning
truth won't wait till morning
in the house where you grew up

hard words in the hallway
doors slam
children jump
the past wants to be repeated
nothing is completed
in the house where you grew up

      as an adult you know
      that ghosts don't appear
      bet you're not feeling
      so grown up now

you believed you escaped
but now you see you're stuck
imprisoned in a cell
locked away inside yourself
in the house where you grew up
in the house where you grew up


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