Haunted

It's nights like these that rob me of my sanity. 

Basking in the glow of a tv. 

Hallowed heart beating out a rhythm like a kettle drum.

My soul cries out your name filling the void in my head until silence becomes a welcomed friend. 

Your love is an ebbing sea of pure bliss that I cannot baptise myself in. 

Space and time are not reprieves for healing.

They are prisons holding me captive where I'm abused by loneliness and haunted by memories.