Ghosts Of My Present


 

 

Each day of my life

To see my truth for what it is

To x-ray my inner self, my Soul

To first see, then try to understand

The Ghosts that within myself persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates and back roads

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

That my heart and mind have embossed upon my Soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are friendly with smiles of memories

Wishing I could once again reach out and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly, to let them know how much their missed

There are others like Casper’s three abrasive Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and pain

Some of which my actions no doubt have caused

No way now to correct those sins I’ve done

Nor the hurts I have caused within my years

These ghosts that haunt my present

Whether they be good or bad

Until my last breath is drawn

Are ghosts with which I must sleep

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