Once Upon A Time When I Was Haunted

There once was a time, not so long ago

When I was haunted by the spirit of a pretty little thing

She used to creep into my mind

When I wasn’t looking

She would steal visions from my eyes

Replacing them with the memories of days long gone;

Times long dead

 

But then once upon a time when I was haunted

This pretty little thing

She left me one day

I watched her walk out of the door,

Out of my life

In that instant I hated her the most

Because she had taken all those little memories

That I used to hold so dear

Once upon a time when I was haunted

I was filled with the rage and sadness

From innumerable terrible events

From the time that I can remember being able to remember

I attended the funerals for the things that I held most dear

Slowly letting the dirt of life slip through my fingers

Gently cascading down to soft little piles spilling over

The sides of those golden coffins

Once upon a time when I was haunted

I watched this pretty little thing

Keep me company in the darkest hours of my days

Keep my sanity to a level that was unreachable on my own

This little ghost of a thing kept me intravenously fed

Bleeding herself off, so that I could be nourished

And when she was bled completely dry

This little ghost that used to haunt me

She walked away, into the dark of the cold night

Once upon a time I was haunted

And while I hated that the torment was of my own creation

Sometimes I miss the fact that a little spirit would come visit me

Sometimes I miss the fact that there was a little spirit at all

Sometimes I miss being haunted…





(c) 2013 p.hill