It's your name

Whispered

Or perhaps just imagined

It keeps me awake

Tired and groggy

Weakened for the next day's interrogation

My answers falter

Confused by the questions

How is that relevant?

To what I've done

Or have you discovered something new?

A fresh horror

Something long forgotten

Dragged before my listless eyes

This is your way

To deal with problems gently

I'd hate to see a merciless cleaning of my mind's closet

Already the skeletons scream for quiet

They don't want us there, can't you see?

They'd rather be left

To founder gracefully