Off The Record

I gaze
into the darkness
finding an ancient child-like
silhouette,
playing in the shadows.
A worn out doll
so ragged
from living so much
Life.
Struggles.
Smiles.
Longing for the rest
but always in silence.


You turn
and catch me peeking.
Your eyes hold mine...
for a moment, begging me
to let you fall.
I see  your secrets
these forbidden places,
like old rooms
Dusty.
Abandoned.
Broken.


Your ghosts brand
me like my own pain,
burning my stare.


I look away
and cry.