The ghost of my past haunts me
I am weary, exhausted, drained
Eyes are red
Cheeks are now stained with tears
It whispers. Lies. Deceitfulness.
I hate them.
I hate the ones who caused me this pain
I hate the voices inside my head.
I hate myself for hearing them, listening to them.
I screamed in agony.
I am weary, exhausted, drained.
I became numb
Numb to the voices, numb to the sounds
I am now alone.
Isolated in my own mind, in my own thoughts.
They are the ghost of my past.
I cannot shake them away.
Relieved me from this pain.
Help me to overcome these thoughts.
Let me be free
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Author:
Mae Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a note. The writer expresses the moment where the writer tried to block the memories of the past but it came flowing one by one and thus an emotional battle in the mind takes place. The write also tackle in the poem that he/she blames him/herself up because of the pain and the mistakes he/she made and wanted to be free from the chains that was holding him/her to the past. This also tackles another form of depression which is traumatic experience or the PTSD. (I think so correct me if I am wrong) #mentalhealthawareness
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Very good write, the ghosts are part of your experience and although they may be painful you have learnt from them and will in time move on towards the light.
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