Skeletons

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.