Trying to escape the ghost that haunt
I run, but shadows follow, taunt
From all the pain that I've known
Futility grips, a heart turns to stone
I'm chasing freedom, but it's hard to find
A fleeting dream that leaves me behind
The pain I've known, clings to me
A heavy burden that refuses to be free
I run day and night, a desperate cry
But anguish keeps pace, a sorrowful sigh
No matter how far I flee, it stays
A constant echo that refuses to fade
I run through darkness, searching for light
But fear and doubt, they haunt my night
No matter how fast I run, I'm still the same
A heart weighed down, a soul in pain
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Ghosts of the past often haunt us and fighting them becomes a an insurmountable battle. A very nice write that we can identify with
On poetry sites we often see poets talking about their struggles. For, life is a struggle. Even the new-born struggles to live, to ask for milk, to ask to be attended to.
“chasing freedom” : the basic human wish to struggle free from oppression, from bondage.
“searching for light” : if stuck in a cave, we search for that faint glimmer of light that will show us the path to salvation.
“no matter how fast I run” : your shadow runs as fast as yourself.
Finally, in this life, there is nowhere to go. The poet finally has to take refuge in poetry. Soman Ragavan. 25.5.2025.
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