The Ghost

I
woke up
one night

haunted
by a past
of pain.

I
thought I
have forgotten

you
and the thing
that still

bothers
me, it’s
close to nothing

now.
Yet you’re
the ghost

that
still lingers
even when I

close
my eyes,
you’re there,

crossing
my mind and you
can’t fade.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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