Ghosts Rule the Night

Long after midnight, and your mind's in overdrive

 

Sudden, unwanted thoughts appear out of the dark

 

Haunting memories from years gone by,

 

Dredged up recollections of which you're not proud,

 

So long kept under control, but now back

 

With a vengeance; shards of bitter memories

 

Cutting into your soul, and bringing you to your knees

 

You tell yourself there's nothing you can do

 

To change them, but they run on an endless

 

Loop in your head; if only you'd done this,

 

Or said that, how different things would be

 

Why do we torture ourselves this way?

 

 

 

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

Night brings back things we all wish to forget. I really liked this amazingly written poem!

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you much!

[Goat]

This poem is great. It tells a deeper story. I've spent many nights reminding myself of embarrassing things I did years ago. Nice write!

[Michael Stevens]

Yeah, the midnight what-ifs strike us all, I'm afraid; unless you're one of those 'never-look-back' kind of person; I hate them!

[Marie]

THat's obviously a loop to nowhere. Get up, take a ill, have a drink, read, eat a bowl of cereal--anything but think.

[Michael Stevens]

I think I'll take you up on your advice, and go have several beers; I don't know if it'll help, but I'll be so drunk, I won't dwell on it!

[Marie]

I thought you were a twelve-year old girl...?

[Michael Stevens]

Oh yeah, that's right; tee-hee!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Yes Mikey why do we torture ourselves with "what if".It really does not help it only makes us feel worse.

[Michael Stevens]

Boy, don't I know it; I'm the king of, 'What-if things were different?'

[Vidya Bacchus]

Oh so you're a king.Should I say "your majesty"

[Michael Stevens]

No, Sir Mike will be fine!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Did you just call me sir your majesty ?