Ghosts Of The Past

Ghost of the past
memories reawaken
haunt me
dead feelings
long ago buried
arise as if
to take
possession
of me
a little boy's
last hug
to his mama
knives run
up and down
on my bare body
he told me
Nicole Simpson
had an easier end
then I would
the nightmares
following me
through the years
everyone I love
dead and gone
I am all alone