Ghost

i am
my
own
ghost

i am haunted
by
my
own
being

i am terrified
at the sound of
creaking floorboards at night

because
i know

it is the sound of
my footsteps
toward the door

frightened
as i
slowly
turn the knob
and storm into the evening avenues

parting with
my last innocent notion

i whisper through the walls at night- you'll never be free

you'll never be free of me