“Ghosts” by Anonymous

A haunted wind

Blows over one

Who is scared of his past

 

And the taste of the air

Is stale with ghosts

Floating over your life

 

They are but painful memories

Hovering in the shadows

Weeping over fate

 

Long pale fingers, stretching

Pulling at your fragile reality

Till it breaks

 

Weaving heavy shrouds

Over your life

Enveloping you in your thoughts

 

Guilt

Despair

Gnawing at your conscience

 

Get rid of them?

Impossible

You must learn to live

 

With your Ghosts