Ghosts From the Past
Tonight the spirits fly unleashed;
released from limbo soaring free.
Tonight the creaking graves unbind
incarcerated souls and they flutter,
like bats in the darkness, as tricks
of light - a treat, unfettered.
How many troubled souls are imprisoned in
the living? Unforgiving, haunting,
existing in the moment but trapped
by the past. Mouths agape, eerily staring,
and tormenting the senses like ghosts
everlasting. Forgotten by day,
but returning by night, out of sight,
but possessing the sweating, clammy, bed-bound
minds as they restlessly toss and turn, wracked
with the guilt of misdemeanour and sin.
It is the stuff of nightmares and
troubled dreaming,of pounding hearts
and laboured breathing; pacing feet,
in corridors of blame so unforgiving.
This is the terror of the living.
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