Ghosts

If there are ghosts
Then I live with one
Or maybe more
Trapped in the mantle
Or tapping on the door
Restless and weary

If there are ghosts
And it’s not just memories
Then maybe it’s the smell
Of my thoughts
Instead of the reality
Of your suffering

If there are ghosts
They live inside of me
Barely contained
Blending with dreams
And violent scenes
Playing inside of me