MOTH EATEN MEMORIES
skeletons in the attic
you hear the floor creaking
though you can’t see them
you know it’s you they’re seeking
you keep on burying
their bones in the yard
but they seem to find you
to hide from them hard
their shadows follow you
like dreams of the past
their ghostly images
like photos last
when you close your eyes
in the air is a scent
like dusty old books
with brittle spines bent
moth eaten memories
tattered and worn
like empty dark windows
nibbled curtains forlorn
door hinges creaking
like an old mans knees
running from sorrows
your past a disease
you sweep the dust
hidden under the rug
then it hovers around you
like a spirit so smug
you chase away the ghosts
closing the closet door
your skeletons finally rest
to haunt you no more
you hear the floor creaking
though you can’t see them
you know it’s you they’re seeking
you keep on burying
their bones in the yard
but they seem to find you
to hide from them hard
their shadows follow you
like dreams of the past
their ghostly images
like photos last
when you close your eyes
in the air is a scent
like dusty old books
with brittle spines bent
moth eaten memories
tattered and worn
like empty dark windows
nibbled curtains forlorn
door hinges creaking
like an old mans knees
running from sorrows
your past a disease
you sweep the dust
hidden under the rug
then it hovers around you
like a spirit so smug
you chase away the ghosts
closing the closet door
your skeletons finally rest
to haunt you no more
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