These Ghosts... Poem by DM W

These Ghosts...



These ghosts hide behind the creeping sunlight.
They always linger in my dreams at night.
They're a creation of my troubled past.
I cannot exorcise them. Perhaps, they last
Because my memory cannot let them go.
They're deathly silent; yet they tease me so.
Perhaps, they're an omen from the spirit world:
A symbol of something beyond mere words.

Thursday, January 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts
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