Haunted by your memories, tormented by what was, I live in this house of misery, never to be visited by love. These empty walls and hallowed halls, voices echoing in the room, pacing the floor back and forward trying to shake the ghosts of you. Your kiss still lingers after all these years, your presence is still felt in my abode, this is my house of misery, and I live here alone.<br /><br />edward turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-of-misery/
