Haunted

Silenced voices
haunt the rooms
pressing me to question myself.

Abandoned
and left with words and pictures
from the past
I crouch in the moonlight
counting the seconds till morn’.

Like a lone leaf,
I pirouette down off the branch
and tighten on the grass,
pleading
the
sun
to
rise.

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