A Ghost Like Memory

A Poem by Bri

The petty things
Cause such a scare.
The lurking monsters
That were never there.

Warlocks cursing,
And witches casting.
Ghosts haunting,
and Ghouls blasting.

All the dead
That make you scream
Have nothing on
Mere Memory.

Ghosts of memories;
The most gruesome of sorts.
With their truth they bind.
With their fraud they distort.

Haunting and Taunting,
They tatter and taint.
Nothing like memory
To bring back hate.

"I've changed! I swear!"
So many times decreed.
But memories, old memories-
They beg to disagree.

Don't fear the dark,
The man under the bed.
Don't fear the werewolves,
or horrific stories said.

Don't fear the occult
Or screeching banshees.
Fear something real.
Fear memory.