Memories like ghosts
Haunting every moment
Every move
Days, seasons, years
Swept away at a blink
Looking back
Turn forward
Just another ghost haunting me
Flashes of scents
Fragments slicing glass beneath the minds eye
Alone in haunting
Times, faces
Just another yesterday
Why must there always be
Ghosts chasing me
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Ghosts
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment