Haunted Poem by Uche Nwanze

Haunted



The Ghost of my past won't go away. He keeps haunting me like a fiendish masquerade.

The Ghost of my past has refused to go away. He keeps taunting me like a bully.

The Ghost of my past pursues me everywhere I go. He trails my path like my shadow.

The Ghost of my past is stuck on me. He follows me like the obstinate fly that escorts the corpse to it's final resting place.

The Ghost of my past won't let me be. He lurks in the dark.

The Ghost of my past taunts me. He derides me to scorn.

The Ghost of my past is driving me crazy. He feeds on my fears like a blood thirsty vampire.

The Ghost of my past has refused to go. He has sojourned to my present.

The Ghost of my past won't stop wrestling with me. I am a fugitive of my past.

The Ghost of my past is keen on holding me hostage. I am a prisoner of my past. Who will liberate me from his gulag.

The Ghost of my past won't go away. He whispers melody of melancholy in my ears.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: past
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