Ghosts.

It’s pulling at me again

But I refuse to let it in

It can all get so much worse

Yet I can’t stand to let it win.

Here we built our lovely home

And filled it with our ghosts

Flooded with light in early times

Left in the dark for most.

The splinters in my skin

Are bleeding out once more

Pooling at your beggar’s feet

Dragging cross the floor.

I call but there’s no answer

You’re never one to speak

Twisted tongues and fallen dust

Have left us both so weak.

Stretched across the floorboards

I wait for them to break

And release me from this bad dream

Leaving me to wake.

Triangles.

My mind’s a bottomless well
Echoing with doubt
Fury
and drought.

Maybe I’m like my mother after all
Willing to lose everything
Just to take the fall.

I haven’t been completely honest
We have a fine mess on our hands
The weight is too great to bear
and I can’t say this to your face.

This is what we wanted
But it feels so rough
Nothing in this world
Will ever be enough.

Now I can’t help but wonder
Who’s burned into your mind
Cause I know I’ve got someone
Who’s branded into mine.

We’ll always have each other
But what comes in between?
Forever is much longer
Thank we thought it used to seem.

Anchor.

I cannot keep carrying
This anchor round my neck.
Digging in
It breaks the skin
Heading towards a wreck.
Unable to reconcile
With the angry sea
I buckle and surrender
What is left of me.

Flood.

Open up my arms
Awaiting an embrace
Laying on the ground
Of this decimated place.

Slowing to a quake
The echoes of my youth
Resonate inside of me
Begging for the truth.

This used to be our home
Until the flood came through
Left with the debris
That once belonged to you.