think about how life is haunting
how it pricks and pins you
as you struggle
how haunting it is
in its beauty
or is it despair
like a yellowed afternoon
that is both soft and scarred
depending on the memory it contains
do you hold on to life
do you thrash to unwrap it claws off you
what do you do
what do you do
you do not know
you do not understand
all you do
all you know
life is haunting
it haunts you
from the moment you experienced your first heartbreak
you discovered your friends gossiping about you
it broke your heart
or maybe you found your mother counting pennies
and it was a peculiar feeling seeing her stack up those coins
the slight air of helplessness permeating the air
something reared its ugly head
when your lover called you names, not of endearment
the sound of a heart breaking, into twos and fours
