Ghost of the Past

That which is no more.

It is a mist, a fog,
nothing more than a breeze.
Lurking in the dark corners of my mind,
haunting, daunting.
It follows me wherever I go.
I turn, and it's gone.

It whispers a distant tune,
tired and weary.
It is that which is not.
A figment of my imagination.

It pervades my every waking moment,
calling, beckoning,
feeding on my awareness of it.
As real as the promise of tomorrow.
 
But tomorrow never comes,
And I shall awaken to a new day,
to the realization that it was all a hoax,
a mere ghost of the past.

Author's Note

Sometimes, I find it hard to be in the present moment. I'm sure others can relate. Thank You for reading, and don't forget to review. :)

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

I agree with kat. A wonderful poem I can certainly find relevance within my own present....I se ghosts every day of who I was and who "she" was. Very nice!

[PurpleQuartz]

Amazing poem!

[Kat]

"It is that which is not"... I love that line.

This is a really awesome poem, and I can definitely relate to it. I too tend to feel the ghost of the past.

You are very talented. :)

[Joshua W. Harris]

I can't even put my finger on exactly what it is about this piece that I like so much. However, when I read it over, I feel this certain pull to it. It captures and enthralls in the words and flow of it. A very nice piece of work. =]