The Past, Never Really Passed

Sometimes, I wonder if

I will ever escape

my past;

the past

of those

I love –

the lingering feelings, and

parasitic emotions that

crush

every inch

of happiness

I have fought for.

The ever living ghost,

waiting, to emerge

once more, from

the tethers of being

forgotten.

The demons

in the dark –

a reminder of

what once was,

pouncing out at

the most unexpected hour

of the night.

The clock strikes twelve.

Time is up.

Things are, as

we are.

Can reality ever be

less than

this.

Can it be more.