Battling Ghosts

I pound my fists against the wall

To no avail, my mind still sleeps

To blot it out, to vanquish all

As memories are all there to keep

 

 

I can’t forge forward as life does stall

I stand a man, but yet I weep

 

 

Like ghosts, a presence close at hand,

They never venture through the gates

Nor have no want for distant lands

So in my mind the memories wait

 

 

Alone now, no one understands

The thoughts I’m left to contemplate

 

 

Now’s a wall, with broken boards

The open structure is now defined

My hands, they punched, but will no more

As beaten ghosts vacate my mind

 

 

To spaces there, to find accord

I hope they stay, are so inclined