Skeletons, they lurk
in my locked closet.
Their bony fingers
prod and torture me.
Pulling me into that
pit of regret and despair.
I could never let them
escape.
Then I would have to
watch as your eyes
cloud over,
with disappointment.
I imprison them
Like they imprison me.
If they were released,
I fear I would join them.
As a skeleton.