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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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

To start off the poems here, I figured it would be apropos to begin with the first poem I ever wrote. It all started at the tender age of 6. Here is the untitled masterwork of that very young boy. It may be the best and most honest poem I have ever written.

i am a shark

i eat fish

i am a monster

i eat cars and crush houses

i am king kong

i got killed

i am a parrot

i fly and eat bugs

i am a ghost

i scare people

i am me

© 2009

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky