poetry

Haunted

My feet tap a beat
as I walk the darkened street
Too tired to sleep and
Too hungry to eat.

I feel the ghost of your hand in mine
And I swear I’ve gone back in time
To a place I don’t recognize
And you’re the only thing on my mind.

I have to get away
I have to get away
I have to get away
From this nightmare of a place.

And my feet tap a beat
as I walk the darkened street
Too tired to sleep and
Too hungry to eat.

Noise noise noise
Fills up my head
Whisper, whispering to me
as I lay in bed.ย 

I feel the echo of your lips on mine
and it’s killing me as I go back in time
to a place I suddenly recognize
and I swear to god I’m losing my mind.

I have to get away
I have to get away
I have to get away
From the chaos in my head.

So my feet tap a beat
As I race along the darkened street
Too tired to sleep
And too hungry to eat.

I have to get away
I have to get away
I have to get away
I have to get away…

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I started writing a poem and accidentally wrote a song. A sad song, but a song nonetheless. I’m okay, just… processing.

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