I stand still too afraid to move forward,
For each step taken cuts deep like a sword.
Everything is a mem’ry I’d rather forget;
And each day is yet another spent in regret.
I know I cannot save myself, so I beg for the hand…
Which chokes me into silence yet again.
Which chokes me into silence again.
I stand and glance across the sun-parched grass,
Spying on the baffling winds as they pass…
A leaf toward my feet..oh, just like the one which flew..
Along the path I used to walk on, and I knew…
It was your lonesome and bitter ghost, haunting me again;
And your presence drags me back there again.
You always drag me back there again.
I stand and wonder, and ponder too long,
On why the winds carry my ghosts along:
Forever drifting about in search when I flee.
I hear their voices echo and cry out to me.
I stand here in front of you with a penetrating smile.
No one cares the ghosts were there all the while.
Ah, my ghosts have been there all the while.
K. Aldaya, 11/2/16