The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...
The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...
Ghosts from my past
makes my thoughts
heavy as branches
after a raging storm
leaving me tired and forlorn
people who came before me
appear in dreams
In a way
we are all ghosts...
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Beautiful. Yes, after a bad dream, we are hung over.
But the message came through from the subconscious, in that case.
Ken
Love this write....
addressed it Ken....
They won't bother you anymore....
Good write !
Mick.
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