Haiku #10

Closed window, cold breeze Ghostly hallucination An exorcism needed

Healing Tears

Itching eyes Burn as I blink

Mourning dove lost in the hearth Died warmly in another's arms

Demons creep around Twisting shadows with my fears Until fears consume

Ash to ash Dust to dust

The worst thoughts are those you cannot escape

I have always described depression As a sea, an undercurrent, tide

My veins transform to ice As I turn to face you

I am not ashamed But I bite my tongue

all alone in this hallow home