The days still haunt me.
Thoughts pass my mind,
as a ghost travels through the narrow halls.
They won't stop.
The more I block them out,
the more they creep back.
One by one, I push them back,
two by two they travel forward.
Haunting my every image.
Showing up everywhere,
especially at the worst times.
Nobody else believes in ghosts,
so I cannot speak, my mouth stays shut.
I will eventually be able to coexist with the ghosts,
that is the true goal.
However for now,
I sit and wait during the endless possession that lies ahead of me.