Ghosts
Oh, for the love of God...
Why must you always stay
Tethered to me? Sever your strings.
You keep creeping behind me;
Continually tugging at my sleeve.
When will you leave me be?
I keep trying to forget wrongs
I never made right, but no dice!
I keep trying to make peace...
With missed opportunities;
I still lie in bed with choices I wish,
I had made, mistakes, painful memories...
Of the past, but much like a magnet,
You insist on pulling me
Back to you, again and again.
You incessantly stir
The glowing embers to reignite the fire
I keep struggling to smother.
Quit circling above me
With your saturnine wings
I loathe your brooding shadow.
Set me free, ghosts! Don't saddle me
With your unwieldy albatross.
Release your stranglehold...
So I can breathe
And fly, at long last.
Please, haunt me no more!
Submitted for...
Strand Date 11, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submitted: 12/28/2019
Date written: 06/20/2019
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