Ghosts

by Ryan Fuertes   Oct 16, 2006


I lie awake tonight on my bed
Thinkin' everything had been said
'Been running those thoughts again
Which 'been causing me much pain

Did I do something not so good
Or acted like I've been totally rude
I've sold everything in such a dime
Not even thought all woudn't rhyme

Now sitting all alone without nothing
Never used to this kind of running
Questions arise couldn't be sufficed
Was there an advice wasn't precise

Memories glued in me like forever
Can't seem to forget it like never
Been eating up all thy sanity here
Wish I could turn back some years

Lord hold me tight I'm now so close
To the edge of giving up on my ghosts
Of yesteryears that were not too kind
Break me free and leave it all behind

Original Works: October 17, 2006

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