So many trailing those <br />Who were not ever deserving <br />Ohers made by their hand <br />Usually unknowing <br />Each sending painfull <br />Memories at full blast <br />Most of them overfilled <br />With the tears of our past <br /> <br />Haunting right around the corner <br />Refusing to be pushed out of mind <br />Like thin ice right below our <br />Feet, drowning us in histories so unkind <br />Thousands of frozen hands <br />With deaths grip around our souls <br />Forcing us to follow their demands <br />To feel the pains from days of old <br /> <br />Escape damn near impossible <br />From thoughts that pass through all walls <br />Their truths so undeniable <br />Even as each tear falls <br />Sinking back into the days <br />That were out of our controll <br />Or reflecting on past ways <br />That will always stain our soul <br /> <br />Every Ghost formed from their victims design <br />I long for the day that I'll be rid of mine<br /><br />Tyrone Wingfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-40/
