There’s a red light blinking on the top of the stairs. Each and every day I pass it; looking away. Messages left in hope of redemption, forgiveness or hatred; their secret remain. There’s a red light blinking on the top of the stairs. The years go by and I am yet to press play.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.