Too Many Ghosts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
what it means to have a photographic memory when you get to a certain age.

Submitted: May 19, 2013

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Submitted: May 19, 2013




There are too many ghosts in this town,

and too many ghosts in this house.

I see them walking through my halls,

I just gotta get out.

They may not be physically near,

but the memories of them linger.

It sends chills through my bones,

with their disconnected presence.

They haunt through my rooms,

moving as if still here.

I know I can't escape,

these people are a part of me.

I just wish they would get out,

and stop being ghosts of my memories.

Family, Friends, and Ex's,

alive and dead in some cases.

But they still linger and fade under the moon.

They call in voices of love, and pain.

Day by day,

the thorns and scars they made,

throb even with them gone, away.

At least some left flowers too,

and those are the memories I cling to.

There is only so much I can do,

so I let these flowers bloom.

Because there are too many ghosts in this house,

and too many ghosts in this room.

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