I sit here

Alone

With my thoughts 

I open the doors

To my ghosts

And in they come

 

At first they are shy

Like wisps of smoke

In the air

But I beckon them 

And before long

They rush in

All vying for me

To reply

 

They float unconsciously 

They are like visitors

Who outstayed their welcome 

But now I feel bad

Just a little sad

Who asked them in?

Yes, I think it was me!

 

The party is over

I want them to go

But they are in full throe

The why’s and the wherefores

Have stayed for too long

 

I have a plan

I will simply ask

Them to leave!

So I take a deep breath 

Stare them straight in the eye

And very kindly

I bid them goodnight

 

I lay my head

On my pillow 

And turn out the light

All is quiet for a moment 

I think I have won!

 

But it seems they

Have followed me

Into my bed!

They whisper sweet nothings 

Into my ears

They tell me things

I don’t want to hear

 

The cold realisation

Sends a chill to my bones

As they remind me

I am never alone

We are friends forever

They are so happy

To have found

Such a good home. 

 

C.K.22