Walking amongst these trees,
motionless, in the breathless air,
I feel the frigid breath rolling off my lips,
As I look behind me in paranoia,
The winds begin to blow,
My senses scrambled,
I fall to the floor screaming,
At no one but the ghosts of long past,
Not just my ghosts either,
But of all the past, of everything,
I scream until I cannot breath,
"let it all be forgotten" I say,
And the winds say "it shall"
have you ever felt that it wasn't only your past that haunts you?
Comments
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wonderful
Yes, the past haunts me. It's a very nice write.
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good write I can relate to it
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