Early Riser

I wake to darkness,

but the house speaks

and I rise.

It’s voice as old

as it’s foundation

speaks of childhood,

of love and death.

Seeing my past

these ghosts laugh

at me as if

I were someone else.

As if I didn’t grow

up here, didn’t laugh,

and love and lose here.

I gained everything

within these walls,

learned,found,lost,

cried, screamed, everything.

And these ghosts, they

haunt me, for that is

their job.

to

haunt.

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