Ghost Named Memory

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Ghost Named Memory

As I lay in my darkened room
there's nothing I can see.
Still I hear him calling,
this ghost named Memory.

Yesterday I told the world
today I'll be alright.
Secretly I knew somehow
that he'd return last night.

Whispers in the nighttime
as he whispers in my ear.
Quietly, so quietly
that only I can hear.

He tells me lies, tears in my eyes
like never will I find love.
Only fools believe in dreams
and there's no God above.

I hold my pillow to my head
it's no use from the start.
Memory can see through me
and whispers to my heart.

I try to talk about it
and ease my troubled mind.
It's like reaching for the wind
but there's nothing there to find.

So each day I try again
still clearly I can see.
It's so hard to just believe 
in a ghost named Memory.

Edwin C Hofert

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Tim Smith

Date: 8/21/2015 11:52:00 AM

Don't believe Memory believe in the present. Make Memory part of the past.

Edwin Hofert
Date: 8/22/2015 12:38:00 AM

Memory is all about the past. And there ain't no future in that :)

Varsha Tomar

Date: 8/21/2015 7:37:00 AM

I just love the way u have personified "memory" here...beautiful piece!

Edwin Hofert
Date: 8/21/2015 11:32:00 AM

Thank you Varsha. I think we all do it without even realizing it most of the time. No matter who we share a memory with. Somehow It silently remains, (My memory) God bless! Ed