The Ghosts of the Past

by Puddin Luv   May 4, 2006


That Moment,
Was concealed in curtains of darkness,
If I could go back and do something about it,
I would try to have the courage,
The courage to say something,
Before It changed my whole future,
I should've done something THEN,
But NOW it's too late,
The ghosts of the past,
Now pursue me everywhere I go,
Their eyes,
Are filled with desolation and misery,
Their glare is forever-lasting,
They are focused on haunting my shadows,
They are free to roam,
WHEN ever and WHERE ever,
In my world,
The past IS the present.....

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