Smoke, Ghost, and Broken Dreams

I step into your house smelling the smoke of the past

The big dreams you had that passed

The brilliant ideas you had that faded away

The smoke of the past weaving through the house

I look in your eyes and see the ghost haunting you

Your dad you didn’t get to tell I love you

Your mother that passed before you knew her

The life you live yet wish you didn’t

The bags under your eyes from sleepless nights of thoughtless thinking

The emptiness in your head so you don’t have to remember

The lack of sleep eating you alive like the things you yearn to forget

Visions of regrets that only come alive when you sleep

Voices that taunt you when you speak

They echo in your mind as words flow out your mouth

The words they speak like knives hitting you soft heart

They scream regretful words at you

Those voices still taunt you to this day

Those dreams that no longer fly through your head

The brilliant ideas now gone, shattered like your heart

The ghost haunt everyday

Voices in your head taunting you with regrets