About the ghosts of childhood, and how they affect our lives on a daily basis.
The ghosts of them still come to haunt
They’re never really gone
Buried down in dungeons deep
In line to dark my dawn
I barricade the hatch down tight
To keep them tucked away
But on the surface life unfolds
They wake and long to prey
They pound the hatch with fists of pain
And taunt me from within
I try to keep them in the dark
They know I’ll let them in
These ghosts I hate more than they know
They’re loathsome and they sting
I know they can’t wait to get out
I know what pain they bring
I hear the rattle of the hatch
I fight to staunch attack
They strain and scream to be let out
They sense the nerve I lack
Eventually they get their way
The battling now has ceased
Their constant ruckus fills my head
I’m never left in peace
They overwhelm my heart and soul
They don’t care who I am
They turn me inside out again
They just don’t give a damn
The other me takes over now
And hurts the ones I love
He drives away the closest ones
They leave without a shove
Possession used to last for years
But now it’s only days
The Grace of God defends me now
I know it’s just a phase
I round them up and stuff them down
To dungeons deep below
I lock the hatch with all I have
His strength begins to show
They’ll come again another day
I’ll hear them from afar
But next time I won’t even care
Too many have left scars
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