Writetober 2024, Horror Haven: Day 8: The Echoes

 In gaping shadows, 

where memories creep, 

A soul entwined with infinite sorrow keeps.

 It’s haunted by echoes, 

With whispers of woe and tall, aching pain, 

A burden lies on its shoulders heavy, held together with serrated chains.

It carries -

Mistakes of youth, done and undone, regret that stings.

It has knows no home nor knows or sees, but to an unknown, far yet familiar, the spirit clings.

It never sees, nor knows, yet falls and fails 

To heal its inner wounds, remember the past

To accept it, to break its mask. 

written by Zoe