still life

I took a wrong turn last night and ended inside my head,

I actually haven't even gone out of my bed.

I'm scared myself and delved deeper than I ever had,

And found things that I've long banished to Neverland.

I found old conversations that never happened,

Old songs that always played. 

Cinemas that never opened,

Dragons that were never slayed.

I dug some memories that hurt, 

Lies that I should've burned. 

Pictures buried in dirt,

Money suspiciously earned.

There were people I wanted to be,

Places I should've seen.

Waters to be swum,

And shores to be stood on.

There were so many wasted opportunities.

There were so many circumstances.

There were so many circuses.

There were so many frights.

But the poppy fields end at a graveyard and we're standing still.

My hands are frozen and the sirens are shrill.

I've come back to what haunts me.

I've come back to what scares me.

I've come back to me.

I've found my skeleton.

I've found my grave.

I need to find a way to come back to the light of day.