ghost in my own room
“the clock ticks like my heartbeat
and i can’t tell which is which
in the silence,
i lose myself in the sound
my heart beats as i lie in bed
staring at the ceiling
time slips away
with the sound of the rain
i try to belong in the silence
to disappear into the night
but every tick, every drop
brings me back to myself
to thoughts i can’t escape
to memories that stay close
the room feels alive
the walls seem to listen
the rain does not stop
and i, like a ghost in my own room,
walk through the hours
finding little pieces of calm
in the space between the tick and the drop”