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.

 

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2 comments

  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.

    ~CK

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