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.