“All The Time”

I cannot put the past to bed

despite the words

that they have said

 

the past is there

all the time

it haunts me

like a ghost

that slowly walks

down the hall

 

I cannot bury the past

perhaps some I can

too painful to recall

 

but there are times

and there were words

that come back to me

I wish I did not recall

 

I live, I’ll die

the past will haunt me

wherever I may go

 

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