Haunted

Ghosts haunt me.

The ghosts of people I've lost:

to age,

to disease,

to disagreements,

to distance,

to time.

The ghosts of things I've said,

or things I should have said.

The ghosts of things I've done,

or wish I'd done.

The ghosts of bad days, heartbreaks,

some I've only recently been able to name.

The ghosts of opportunities I wish I'd grabbed,

of roads not taken,

plans and dreams abandoned.

The ghostly pangs of hunger,

neausea, shame.

Of habits I've tried to break and

a disorder I've tried to beat.

I wish they'd leave me be,

set me free,

just let me move on...please.

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This was written for Prompt #11 on Chloe Rose Violet's October Prompts list:

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