The Haunting

Sitting in an office watching the clock go by,
Every tick of the clock is like thunder in my soul,
The lightening is of the flashbacks of my past,
Showing me how I got in this prison.
My Office is a torture chamber,
Reminding me of my failures,
I wanted to be a star,
I wanted to have a nice car,
Instead I drank lots in every single bar,
In this small town,
I never wanted to be mine,
My daydreams are ghosts of what could have been,
The path in which I could have chosen instead,
If only I had worked harder,
Tried more,
I could have avoided walking through this door,
But I could have been somewhere else darker instead,
Which feels me with relief,
I could have been filled with even more grief,
Things aren’t so bad at all.