Ghosts

The ghost of what we were walks before me

On the path from where I am towards somewhere.

The ghost of all you said is running circles

Round and round my spinning head,

And leaving me to flounder in despair.

The ghost of those who hurt me float before my eyes

And laugh and cry and mock my tearful smile.

The ghost of all they said is running circles

Round and round my spinning head,

Their words will stay within me yet awhile.

The ghost of those who break me hold my hand

And walk beside me as I stumble on.

The ghost of what they say is running circles

Round and round my spinning head,

And I fight to raise my head and bid them gone.

The ghost of hopelessness won’t leave me

To walk this path alone to certain death.

The ghost of all my dreams is running circles

Round and round my spinning head,

And begging nightmare to remain with every breath.

The ghosts that rule my life are like the lamps that light the street

They cast their cruel glow with careless glance.

Those ghosts are running circles

Round and round my spinning head,

And I wish that they would give me just one chance.

(c) 2ndwitch (10/09/10)