The Haunted House
It hardly bends around this wall
This light that shines on memory
Like time it pushes forward too
Beyond my life’s cold treasury
And outward from my daily mirror
That light ignores what I knew
Like time it warps what you were
Those beams no longer true
Now shadows roam where light once lit
They reel inside my head
Like the times that once were
They live 'cause you are dead
(8/22/18)
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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