Ghosts from My Past…

I’m scared of closing my eyes

in fear of finding a memory

that climbs my heart like poisoned ivy.


Once in a while, it will sting, and with

each sting, it hurts less and less but

no matter how small, the pain

is perpetual and no matter how

insignificant, it is thoroughly felt.


It drives me insane–the way it

lingers out of my reach like

a ghost I cannot name and

have failed to exorcise.


And this

disorients me so

because the only thing I can do

is to pretend I’m blind

and hope that it goes away.




  1. slpmartin · August 5, 2011

    Some memories do cling like a vine…embedded in the smallest parts of our mind…well crafted poem.

  2. The Diary · August 5, 2011

    This is something I struggle with as well. This poem was beautifully written. You expressed MY thoughts perfectly. Thank you so much for posting. I look forward to reading more from you.


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