Ghosts of the Past
I travel the world through my mind
I do not roam the earth
Wondrous things I do find
Since my untimely birth
I walk the dark hallways
Deep inside my head
I’m followed there always
By the footsteps of the dead
I take a flight of fancy
Here inside my brain
And find that I am dancing
With the insane
What good can come from being still
Remaining motionless
Loss of power, dwindling will
Dry, arid and oceanless
Yet in the stillness I can hear
A singular small voice
One that tells me why I’m here
And that I have a choice
A choice is what I had
Many years ago
Before going mad
Forgoing all that I know
Ghosts of the past
Cold and hollow
I will not long last
They know and they follow
What ghost of the past you may ask?
Remorse and regret
They take me to task
And do not allow me to forget
It is said that the dead tell no tales
But this is not so true
The dead do gossip and never fail
When haunting me or you
Spirits, they can haunt your mind
And they can haunt your home
And over a very short length of time
Turn it into c catacomb
So in my mind I roam
Over ancient lands and sea
Far from the shores of home
Where I long to be...
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