Thursday, February 12, 2009

Ghosts

I walk in
eyes still tired
from the night before

this small room
it's full of ghosts
some kind, some haunting

I'm surrounded
alone but cornered
in a world I've created

ghost of the past
the ones I hold dear
and treasure for always

ghost in the dark
ones I can never forget
no matter how much I try

day comes
and fate awaits me
they stand still as do I

waiting for me
the ghosts hang in time
just like shirts in a closet

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