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by Adrian Calhoun

Some ghosts never die.
Some images stay with you forever,
even those we choose to forget.

Out of nowhere,
once long forgotten things,
creep back into the mind.

You try to ignore them,
push them back into the dark corners,
but they refuse to go away.
Eventually having to deal with them,
by no other choice than forced.

Always roaming the back of the mind,
jumping out at times, without warning.
Some of these things will never leave you.
Some of these ghosts will continue to haunt you,
until the very moment of your death.


Author's Note: Based upon events leading up to the writing of "Somebodies Little Boy" and the Author's Note on that writing, gave birth to this piece.

Posted on 01/27/2003
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/28/03 at 02:04 PM

I find this to be true as well. You have said it perfectly and really conveyed the thought.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/29/03 at 10:57 PM

I am with Maureen. Some haunts are good and others, one would rather forget. Good poem Adrian...Charlie

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/27/03 at 04:47 PM

I surely relate to this poem! You strike a resonating chord! I have to remind myself of St. Paul's words, "Forgetting those things which are past, I press on toward my highcalling in Christ."

Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 04/12/03 at 10:35 PM

I too can relate to this poem. All of which is soooo true for many of us. I am glad that our God is a "Forgiving" one. Well done.

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