The ghosts of my past—
Pale shadows of choices long gone—
Still linger, haunting me today.
They whisper through the wind,

The scent of regret clinging to their breath,
Reminding me of bridges I burned,
Words left unspoken,
And chances that slipped away.

These ghosts, relentless in their torment,
Unearth memories of pain and hurt,
Their echoes sowing seeds of doubt
In the choices I now make.

Oh, how I long to banish them,
To find the strength to exorcise
Their presence from my weary mind—
To silence their whispers
And finally find peace.

I yearn to escape the shadows
Of my past and the missteps I took,
But still, I press on day by day.

For each dawn offers a quiet solace,
A chance to start anew.
And though the ghosts persist,
I am still here,
Striving to build a better life,
Defying the whispers of my past.