Ghosts
by John Trent
Emotional thunder,
Crashing through my core!
A ripple of misery moves through these lost years
Ignored and buried, an unending cycle of pain
The ghosts of my past,
Wrap their fingers around my present
Silently,
They whisper from this heart of darkness
My anger boils,
It anxiously burns!
Unable to comprehend, what my heart learned from my yesterdays
Yet my overwhelming grief,
Ever slowly,
Resurrects the healing
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