Those Ghosts

Into and out of the realm
Like apparitions they faded
I stood watching, confused;
Never becoming jaded.

I’d almost forgoten them,
But for a scent, or a phrase
Would bring them back
And they’d linger for days

Almost mad at their presence,
I struggled terribly within
To banish them, forget them,
So they’d never come again.

I would sweat in the stillness
The cold darkness of night
Blurry-eyed and frustrated…
They caused me so much plight

I could barely live
I pleaded and fought
To extinguish my memories
But I never forgot.

A struggle, worthwhile?
What was I doing and why?
Always trying to dismiss-
That which cannot die.