“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




Gnawing at your conscience


Get rid of them?


You must learn to live


With your Ghosts

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