Ghosts in the House at Nightfall

Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

Photo by Jake Noren on Unsplash

Every joy has a twin,
A sharp edge of pain
I’m cut up 
And bleeding
Just the same
No memory is safe
From being destroyed
Lovers keep leaving
Even friends
Leave their void
And I am left shaken
By all that I’m losing
Left cut up
And fucked up
With scars and
Bright bruising
Every memory I’d keep
Becomes grist for the mill
Of words…