Haunting
There is no waking up from the reality of your bad dreams
my house sits empty
a void begins growing
places you use to sit
haunted with the residual weight of some long ago late night conversation
will you be here forever
Haunting me
your reflection in windows
your voice in walls
I welcome your damnation
Your lingering curse
grief is a intoxicating
I can’t stop drinking
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That last line is as haunting as the poem’s subject matter. Where there is emptiness, whether sudden or persistent, anything can get inside and that can get scary. Thank you for sharing this vulnerability with us.
“I welcome your damnation.” A poem that reflects on vulnerably yet has a powerful message. Well done!
grief is intoxicating and I can’t stop drinking….