Hung

I’ve been here
Well…
Here and there
But mostly here
And I am tired
Monsters chase
Demons follow
Consistent bellows
From the gallows
Sheeted ghosts
Worn out
Torn holes
Becoming rips
Leaving me here
Trying to decide
If I should continue
Not just here
But there as well
Some days
I am the sheeted ghost
Hanging from the gallows
Hung by my own
Self worth
And there I rest
Because although
I am tired
Because although
I am worn out
I continue on
And I remain
Somehow.