Ghosts In My Attic

ghosts in my attic
past, present and future

revealing all
yet saying nothing

taunting me
continually haunting me

the ghost
of my past

Ghost, please stop; where were you then?
Nothing good ever comes out of hindsight

the ghost of
my present

Ghost, why do you insist on torturing me;
with sleepless nights; I already know what is going on right now

the ghost of
my future

Ghost, why should I listen to you;
not even you can know what is going to transpire



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