Loss

Eerie moaning echoes through
the chambers of my mind.
Flickering candles
Light the neurons
I’m nervous
With unknown cause.

Deeper down,
In my heart,
A door slammed,
A window closed,
I may have screamed,
My fear took over,
And traveled.

Up a bit,
My lungs rattle like
Creaky stairs
They carry air
To my ticker
And my tricker
My mind
Inside of me

And yet I feel it,
A ghostly presence
Of who I was
Before I became myself.