HAUNTED

They haunt me. The dead.
The first realization of betrayal.
Pained eyes. Harsh words.
The burden of relationships gone sour.
Gaping doubts. Unvoiced fears.
Hidden contours of familiar faces.
Deceiving masks. Appalling deceit.
Vague shadows of unknown places.
Crushing defeats. Shattered dreams.
A feeling of infinite loss.
Inexplicable pain. Lame excuses.
Darkness following darkness.
Shadows obscuring shadows.
Monsters gnawing in my mind.
Nagging reminders of doom.
I buried them in the past.
But I can still hear their resounding cry.
Strange ghosts determined to last.
They just refuse to die.
They haunt me. The dead.