these ghosts of my past
lately they dance around my periphery
with a scant sliver of hope.
i know they don’t intend to fuck with my serenity
or do they?
left in the past
because we cannot coexist peacefully in present.
i wish they would leave me alone.
i wish i could leave them alone.
rather than acquiesce or chase
spinning myself sick
wondering if this time it will be different.
haunted by my ghosts
I wonder who I haunt?