The old man in the closet was a story my mother told us to keep us out.. She claimed if we saw him he would kill us with the fire in his eyes.. We are indian and so fell for this story as a tribal truth. LOL.. At the time.

Old wooden house of pain
Where I spent my
childhood days
Running fast
looking back..
No more time
for the past..
Have to run
Must hide..
Dynamite blast..
to my mind
Stay out of my days..
Out of my nights..
Out of my dreams..
Be ready to fight..
Stop haunting my soul..
You ghosts from
my childhood..
Just go..
Must go..
Back to the basement
of the house we all know..
Back to where these
crimes were created..
Do not want to remember it..
Make sense of it..
Debate it..
Just hate it.
Go home..
Your home..
No longer mine..
The old wooden house..
Filled with spirits
in every room..
Old man in the closet..
Coming to get you soon..
No longer my life..
No longer my fear...
Keep it where it belongs..
This house that
holds so much
frustration
anger
confusion..
I let you go now..
Child of shame.
I let you go now..
Old wooden house of pain..
Back to the past..
Where it all began.

Erica~