Ghost of the Past

What has been done

Can never be undone

The winds of the past can never change

But their haunting whispers

Wail into our ears

Pulling us back

From receiving the future

And I am trying to close my hears from

Its moans and howls

And fight,

Pressing forward strong

To accept my future

And regain control of my life

But the wounds of the past are permanent

And the scars they leave are

Etched into my soul

And I cannot rid myself

Of the memories

The cards lay out a hopeless scene

Each road leading to

Disappointment

Followed by heartache

And betrayal

And endless cycle of my past

That follows me

To this day