A Haunted House

My brain is too rational

My heart distant and naive

My mind too loud for someone

Who only lives in silence

With body sewn together through memories

And distant dreams the glue 

To prevent the feeble limbs from falling apart

Otherwise, I would have ripped it to shreds
And kept the remains on a windowsill

I don’t know where my free will has gone
Or if it ever was
But I feel it is not me who has full control
Of every action, decision and mistake
Yet I can’t think of any other being
Who would voluntarily take the keys
And move into a haunted house

The halls are empty 
And all the rooms are locked
Furniture covered by a white cloth
Keys buried in the garden
Underneath the dying flowers 
No visitors stop by 
Even the birds there forgot how to fly

In the only occupied room my body exists
But the only way it lives is in its mind

Words that desperately wanted to be said

Remain sunk
On the bottom of my tongue

Actions are only performed on a stage

No one else has access to

Without an audience to scold or applaud

Only ghosts of past standing appalled 

Inside a locked room of shattered consciousness

Lies a treasure chest at the very back

Of wishes never thought of 
When blowing out a birthday candle

And imagination hidden beneath the layer

Of a never-ending routine 

That goes on and on and never ends

I know every corner and yet I can't find the front door
How does a bird get out of its cage
And enjoys life outside for a change?

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