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