The Ghoul in the attic,
sashaying, as the world
looks at me in disdain.
It smiles, while clattering
through memories of long.
And the world laughs at me,
claiming, I am deranged?
A/n: Image source: http://www.bloglive.it/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/alice-madness-returns1.jpeg
We all have skeletons in the cupboard our ghouls in the atic which have a nasty habit of speaking to us when we would rather forget about them. Most people don’t like to admit that they have their demons but we all do. Reading this makes me shiver, I don’t know why.
I meant to add that the attic, reminds me of the attic in our brains which contains a jumble of memories some of which we would rather forget. Our head, like a loft full of junk contains things which we would rather push to the back of the metaphorical attic.
Indeed you have hit the nail on the head. Every person has somethings to hide in life, some disturbing thought or event that they hide so much and so well that they push it to the back of their minds, suppressing them. But now and then a ghoul or a troubling ghost of that thought or event clatters about and drives you towards insanity… It is lovely to see that you found so much meaning in my words. Thank you!