The Ghosts of my Past

There they come again,

 the ghosts of my past

It feels like I could

  no longer be a whole 

   again

I am broken-hearted

    broken to pieces

Sad little girl

There they come again,

 the ghosts of my past

My father's 

 deathly pale

  face

No, no! I saw he

   smiles at me

I am sorry dad,

I could not save you

I do not want these

 painful memories!

Go away!

Go away!

They are haunting me

  'till the end of my life

All my mistakes, which I

   made in my life

Oh Lord please help me!

There they come again,

 the ghosts of my past

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The past does seem to appear. I have dreams of dear Grandmother caressing my forehead and telling me I will be okay. I like the set-up and the tone of the poem. I see my father's face in the mirror now. We become like the people who taught us how to live. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Thank you to take your time to read my words from the heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I enjoy poetry that make me think.