Ghosts
Ghosts from the past
They seem to last
Longer than i want them to,
I try to breathe
But the suffocate me
In the presence of my own mind,
I try to find
Ways to let them go,
But the walls close in
And they grow...
Ghosts,
Picking at my every thought,
Debilitating me,
I try to break free
But they never leave
Ghosts
Copyright © Fel Fel | Year Posted 2016
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