Haunts(Original Poem)

Down I go
I hit the Floor
Time and Time again
Bruises decorate my mind like ornaments on a Christmas tree

When one thought plops to the floor
Another arrives at the door

There's always something making my mind stray from reality
As I stretch my arm out to grasp a single thought
It sprints off into the horizon
With no single glare back

Then when I finally grasp a thought into my cold grip
It Haunts
And never runs away
Instead it stays
Blaring it's evil head
Pounding in thoughts
Making my train of thought swiftly leave in the wind

But instead of letting it haunt
I stand
I say no more
I scream it to the world
Then add a little twirl
As I plant my feet into the soil
Like trees never to be budged

Then they grow into the soil
Knowing that the dark path
That Haunts
Is gone for now

Now the bruises fade
And I know that as long as I stay
The haunts will never again return
But that single thought that never runs away
Reminds me
A strong wind will soon come again
To Knock me on the floor
Once more


By: Brooke Wagner