Ghosts

I am a ghost of the past
wandering-
through empty streets,
lurking-
in dark corners,
feasting-
upon the remains
of words unspoken,
words you never had
the courage to say.
for all the times
you never stood up
for them-
for yourself-
for all the times you were
weak.

You tried to douse me
with flames and burn me
to ashes.
You tried to lock me up
in chains.
But you can’t rid me.

I am the ghost of your past
that haunts you in your sleep,
and taunts you
in
every
waking
moment.
I am the guilt that eats you alive.

Now do you believe in ghosts?