The Ghost

There is a ghost that haunts me. Guess what it is. The past.

I used to be free,
unburdened by the such things
as the ghost that haunts me.

This ghost is always haunting.
This ghost is always taunting.
But it humbles me:
Teaches me humility.
Keeps my mind down to earth.

It shows its face when I become confident,
Reminding me each time of the last.
And when I actually feel happy,
It reminds me of my past.

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

the past is over, but it does rear it's ugly head at times. Here's hoping your future is a dream come true. Loved your poem.