Ghosts in my life,
in those dreams,
broken dreams,
broken to pieces,
dreams that are gone.
Love left,
I don't want to suffer,
I don't want sorrow.
Life still goes on,
I filled myself with ghosts,
ghosts from my past.
I don't want to be tied to anyone,
I don't want to let anyone suffer,
that way I can leave peacefully without fear.
I live among ghosts I loved,
in that past full of my ghosts.
Ghosts who loved me and whom I loved with all my heart.
It is time now to depart,
too late in flying, and becoming a ghost.
Ghosts, ghosts
ghosts from the sky
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18 -x -2025
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A beautiful poem that is haunting. Ghosts are today's images of yesterdays existence. What was now in shadows that remain. We all have them some haunt and some warm the soul. Some are friendly and others dangerous. Very nicely written it conveys a feeling of resolution over the past. Well done
"My ghosts from the afterlife are all good; the dead don't scare me. It's the living who frighten me more
I am with you an that
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