Forgotten Past
They come at night,unbidden,
these demons of the dark.
Scarey,shifting,spooky forms,
that brings me from my sleep.
They slither over the walls,
they creep along the halls;
these dark and empty halls,
that i seldom visit.
They creep in unawares,
they leap without warning;
these demons of my past,
that brings hurt,pain, and tears.
They sneak in at night,
past all of my defenses;
they bring the past to light,
the past i want forgotten.
Copyright © Ralph Burkhardt | Year Posted 2013
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