Ghosts

Walking between these walls, 
I wonder what it hides within, 
The secrets it stores in it's deepest cracks,. 
Without whispering a word!

I am one such secret, 
Cornered between these walls,
Walls of my thoughts, 
The worst of all prisons!

Unattended and forgotten, 
I keep wandering deep into the alleys, 
Without looking for a way out, 
I shout,
Not for help, 
Just to hear the voice, 
Which is now dormant!

Ghosts from my past haunt me, 
Wanting no part in their games, 
I run looking for escape, 
Deeper into this dungeon, 
Where I can't be found!

-Babar Mir

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