Ghosts Of
The Past
© by Bud Lemire on Jan 8,
2007
She sat
alone, late at night
Each noise
she heard, caused a fright
What was it,
that scared her so
Sit
comfortably, and I'll let you know
One night
while she was sleeping
Ghosts from
the past came a creeping
They gathered
all around her bed
These living
spirits we call the dead
What reason
could they have, for being here
As the story
goes on, all will become clear
You see, a
long time ago
There was a
woman, dark was her soul
She had
swallowed a bitter pill
Her motives
became, to Kill, kill, kill
She killed
the family she loved the most
Insanity
became her host
She held the
gun, and aimed it well
Her memory's
gone, but I will tell
She smoked
some weed, and had a drink
Her mind was
gone, she couldn't think
She shot each
one, but was unaware
The stink of
marijuana, filled the air
A clouded
mind, no sanity found
The silence
here, was an eerie sound
We move
ahead, to a distant time
She saved
herself, and she's doing fine
Love came
into her life, but it didn't last
That's when
it started, Ghosts Of The Past
She doesn't
recall that day she held the gun
That tragic
day, when she killed everyone
A cockroach
runs across the floor
A prison
guard appears at the door
The court
agreed on the Electric Chair
But all she
could do was sit and stare
As the
currents passed through
She had a
Life Review
Awake and
alive, on the Other Side
She knew that
she had finally died
Before her,
stood the Ghosts Of The Past
Curious about
them, she had to ask
“Why did
you haunt me all these years?”
If she could
cry, there would be tears
They all
smiled, you could feel their love
You could
hear everything, they were thinking of
“We weren't
out for revenge, or trying to scare you”
“We just
wanted you to know, the love that we knew”
“Despite
your actions, so long ago”
“Our love
united, to fill your dark hole”
They took her
hand, and lead her to the light
She had more
lessons to learn, but things would be alright
Just my imagination
bringing out another poem
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