Ghosts


Ghosts of the past

Haunt my dreams

And feed my fears.

I try to ignore them

But they are ever so shrill,

Whenever they’re around

They seem to make me ill.

I try to run and hide,

But every corner I turn

They are there waiting,

For my soul to burn.

I’m running out of options fast

So if I’m not careful,

I’ll end up a ghost of the past.

Joining the ranks of the undead

Where my soul will be theirs

While they play games with my head.

Forever in eternity

Until I am truly dead.

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