Suppressing the urge to start anew
He knows just what he shouldn’t do
Never opens his doors at all
Never leaves from within his walls
His eyes may be open wide
But usually he will choose to hide
Safe within a world of doubt
Deafening whisper, reticent shout
Room to room with scattered thoughts
Kitchen cupboards holding empty pots
Basement depths, in cold calamity
Off-white walls, housing humanity
Ghosts remind him of past pains
Dragging demons like heavy chains
Apparitions fade into darkest night
Dissolved by cracks of laden light
An echo of places and names and places
Unfamiliar feelings and familiar faces
Hallways filled with hollow laughter
Closets shelved with before and after
Room to room with scattered thoughts
Kitchen cupboards holding empty pots
Leaking fixture, in bathroom vanity
Off-white walls, housing his sanity
His room is colder than ever before
Bitter draft through hardwood floor
He pulls the covers over his head
But feels no warmer in this bed
Sleepless hours afraid to dream
Lost alone in a recurring theme
Sheltered from the break of dawn
He always keeps his curtain drawn
Room to room with scattered thoughts
Kitchen cupboards holding empty pots
Low ceilings, in harsh tranquility
Off-white walls, housing humility
Room to room, in sheltered resistance
Off-white walls, housing existence
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