Ghosts of Memories Past 
Ghosts of memories past
cry forth from the shadowy
underbrush within
Ghosts of memories past
Oh! How could I forget?
Where do I begin?
Ghosts of memories past
It seems I know not what I’ve done
or where it is I’ve been
Ghosts of memories past
hidden behind veils and veils of blackness
known to most as sin
Ghosts of memories past
Merciless in their weight
Dire as tearing of skin
Ghosts of memories last
How I pray that they’ll stop
God, please let them end
Ghosts
of
memories
past
are steadily
haunting
me
© 2009
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nice write. eerie… makes me think of skeletons in the closet, or perhaps just life’s little regrets… that we all have….
Oh! Scary indeed. Apparently, there are skeletons (and chunks of rotting flesh) in this closet that my brain blocked out.
Spooky. I think your use of repetition helped build up the tension in this piece.
I find this more real and honest than scary. Of course, memories within the thinking mind can be frightening, but your words- dark may they be- shed light. This poem is such a great reflection of the human memory trap…
To me is a mixture of both….spooky and honest and real because in away you can relate and in another you can’t. The honest and real part makes you see the simularities, the spooky part is that you can’t…. in some ways it’s spooky ’cause it’s unpredictable…
Hi there. Thought you might enjoy this: http://jkfowler.com/2009/11/23/pasts/ . Cheers, JK
Definitely echoes how I’m feeling lately…