Poem for my Ghosts. August 2020
Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.
Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow.
Memories of the past, will haunt you.
In your mind, or in the body of someone you knew.
Out for revenge, never through with you.
Sins of the past, wont let you move on to something new.
Are they hurtful lies, or bitterly true?
Stand to fight or run in flight, what should you do?
Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.
Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow.
Struggles and Stress.
Rainy night on the edge of doom.
Trying to avoid the gloom.
I face a foe, who holds all the cards.
Their heart, like mine, broken into shards.
Its hard to defend against your own kin,
these accusations of such great sin.
A rainy night full of awful dreams.
Memories, torn apart at the seems.
For so long Iv wanted to heal the hurt,
yet it seems they wish me buried in dirt.
Already the villain in this tail,
you’ll believe all they say without fail.
Not much hope, but I will stand and pray.
Dont wish them ill, but I will fight this day.
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