It’s hiding in the shadows
I say it won’t last
The murky old memories
Cobwebs of the past
Detritus and debris
Lying on the floor
The body of regret
Dead behind the door
Bitterness and sorrow
Smells of rot and rust
Of damp, dark mildew
Of mold, dank and must.
It’s hiding in the shadows
The pain and the love
The joy and the anger
Mingle in the dust
The hopes and the what-if’s
Broken dreams, failed schemes
Scramble for the strip of light
That peeps beyond the beams
I listen for footsteps
But they are silent in the hall
What’s hiding in the shadows
Won’t come out at all.
Is frozen in the distance
And cannot move or go.
It’s stuck in aged decades
Of many moons ago.
This shadow is looming
And it won’t let me be.
What’s hiding in the shadows
Well, that thing…
Is me.
Things In My Head 