Ghosts of My Past
The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...
The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...
Ghosts from my past
makes my thoughts
heavy as branches
after a raging storm
leaving me tired and forlorn
people who came before me
appear in dreams
In a way
we are all ghosts...
~ ~ ~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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