The House That Haunts

The place people call home,

I name my hell.

For all I've known is tomb,

Of all the memories I bear.

The walls hold secrets no one tells,

Their silence louder than a cry.

Each step I take, a shadow dwells,

A past that never says goodbye.

The air is thick with things unsaid,

With love that left, with dreams that died.

I close my eyes, but in my head,

The ghosts still sit here by my side.

The place people call safe,

I call my cage.

For all I’ve known is loss,

And the weight of quiet rage.