haunted

The echoing of a broken clock
Makes its way down the deep musty hallway
To my ear
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Staring off into space
Facing the wall
The strangle pale white wall
Un marked
Un scratched

Clean

A history of death
Lives
Secrets
Confessions
All painted over
Hidden from invisible eyes
Eyes that haunt this place
The power of invisibility
Indifference
With each whisper that fills my ear
Each cold breath on the back of my neck

This place
     This place
           This place

Haunted