Not Your Typical Horror Story
A short poem
While the world celebrates Halloween one night in October,
I feel like I have been at it since forever.
My heart is drowned under an emotional debris
I think there is something spooky going on with me.
My mind is empty like a haunted house.
Heart is cold with questions and doubts.
My nerves and emotions are dead like old trees
As if they are damned into eternity.
Like a gloomy day, my insides have become severely dull
and I wander in my thoughts like a lost soul.
Even though my body is breathing normally
it stinks from all the rotten memories.
My eyes are like big dark windows
No — you cannot peek into them to find my soul.
Creaking doors are replaced with eerie cries
Coming from the heart as it silently dies.
One cannot see the grief I hide inside
because it is covered with painful smiles.
My costume is made from sorrow and misery
Might look better with some heartfelt apologies.
Maybe that will help me bloom and transform
so I can go trick or treating for some love and warmth.
