How to hold a ghosts hand

by Darren   Aug 13, 2014


Looking back demoralises
paths trodden that deserved
indifference, bad choices
fuelled by intoxication
of a young mind

I take my former self
by the hand
and show this ghost
how my life is already
wasted.

A barren ground
littered with missed opportunity's
my confidence seeped
lingering in shadows
waiting for more indecision

expectation from loved ones
weighs my mind, so heavy
so blurred and confused
sleep, when it visits
only replays those nightmares
like a skipping CD

Finally my ghost
lets go of my trembling hand
and decides to tread a path alone
as I crumble attempting to bury myself
into yesterday.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Okay a couple of things at first. Great job with the spelling of fuelled. It will definitely throw a lot of people off. Very tricky and clever. And in the second stanza second line, I don't think "a" needs to be there.

    Interesting write overall to me and well done with the prompt. I really like what you turned this into. You spun it around it seems. Usually the ghost comes out after dark or a tragedy happens and haunts the next "person in line" so to speak. Clever play on the word wasted and intoxication. Love it. There is so much sadness here from the ghosts side. It seems like you have "died" in your youth and the "ghost" of the past came back at the wrong time. Because now they see how bad it has gotten. It seems like you are haunting the ghost in a way. Clever play on irony. Well done. Very impressed

    • 9 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks once again, I have removed the offending 'a'

      I love you insightfulness when you comment a real skill that is appreciated greatly.

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