The Ghosts Are Gone Poem by Barry Middleton

the ghosts are finally gone
and they no longer torture me
remorse and old regrets
at last have let my spirit be

to let go of the past
is not the ease of sweet release
although I bid farewell
to welcome now some inner peace

what is my mission now
no god to light the path for me
the blindness of the soul
conceals my distant destiny

the night is rich but dark
the shadows that the daylight feared
are blank as memory
when all the ghosts have disappeared

I lift my walking cane
to probe the emptiness of death
it seems there's nothing there
a precipice beyond life's breath

the ghosts are finally gone
and I am here alone it seems
forgiveness is a weight
that death lets go along with dreams