Morning Haunt

It's 4 in the morning
It's screaming in my head
Your scent hovers like a fog
Your touch still vibrating my skin
An empty bed
An empty sigh
Too early to wake up
Too late to go back to sleep

I stare at the clock as seconds sail like hours
I hold the pillow as I reminisce
Ten tons of memories on my chest
Ten minutes is a lifetime of a memories
Bite my lip as my gut tightens
Bite my tongue to dampen my inner scream
Close my eyes not to see the empty room
Close my mind to avoid the phantasma of you

I gather my baggage, throw it over my shoulder, and start my day
I wash it down the drain with every stream that hits my face
Watch the sun rise
Watch my coffee disappear
Try to find my thoughts
Try to forget the pain
Your voice on every breeze
Your touch in every beam

My wounds still open
My friends say let them heal
I want to let them bleed
I want to let them flow
It reminds me I'm alive
It reminds me the world is cold
In my fortress of solitude I dream
In my dreams I fly

I fly away
I start anew
You are nowhere near
You no longer haunt me
Free from the shackles of lost love
Free from the burdens of tears held back
My walls are down
My heart is healed

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khbradford
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How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339