Shadows of Inheritance

The key turns slow, a sound I still recall.

Four walls closing in, answering every call. He said it was for my

own good, a lesson learned in fear. But the silence in that darkness

is all I ever hear. Suitcases packed, the engine starts to

hum. They left me on the doorstep, feeling cold and numb.

A stranger's house, a temporary stay. Just another place where

I'm heard fade away. This anxiety is the inheritance he left behind.

A phantom lock on the corners of my mind. The beat of the bass is