The Haunting

These feeling they come and go
flitter about flapping their way back into my head and laying waste to the good I've laid down upon the flasehoods.
I tried to makes it all pretty, inside.
To cover all the hurt, to crack a joke and smile.
To HIDE!!!
I WANTED TO HIDE!!!
WHY CANT I HIDE!!!!!!!!!!!
But they always find their way back
Their way back home to me
scattering everything as they scamper back within
blowing out the light I'd lit as they slip their way back inside into the dark.
Shivering there
In the blackness
amongst the debris
the malodor of reality putird and true is found.
The truth is unbearable it fills me with a despair I despise.
I can taste it in the back of my throat fetid, foul and loathsome.
I am haunted
hounded at times
by memories I wished were not mine
but they are.
Before morning falls so will I.