Haunted
- Apr 1
- 2 min read
A cinematic poem about memory, trauma and a past
that never truly leaves— only learns how to stay hidden.
Inspired by the emotional world of The Immortal Man.
Love is blind.
I just wish
my past
was too.
I am followed.
By everyone
who came before me.
By everything
that has already
been.
Everything that was
in the era
of my heartbeat
has shattered my gentle heart
so violently
that I became
who I am.
I feel too much.
Too deeply.
Too intensely.
And that is why
I feel
almost nothing.
I am broken.
Deep within.
And that is
what makes me
strong.
My morality—
which I may have forgotten,
but never entirely—
still asks for forgiveness
for a yesterday
that can no longer
be forgiven.
Because it is gone.
And yet
it kisses my thoughts
every day.
And love?
Love almost—
just almost—
touched my heart
with something like happiness.
A kind of hope
that a soul like mine
was never meant
to keep.
Because it fades.
It always fades.
For people like me.
I am followed.
By days.
By nights.
By ghosts
that fracture
my sharp mind.
By the ones I loved
who did not stay.
By everything
that once made my heart
feel something—
and no longer does.
By everything
I did.
Unforgivable.
By everything
that broke me.
I am followed
by my own heart.
Broken
by the almost
of a life
that was never meant
to be mine.