"bpeterson" poems
They haunt my dark corners
They linger like smoke in my eyes
They lead me down an empty path
The ghost of my past
They bring only acid tears
They chase away my fleeting joy
They trap my soul and **** my heart
The ghosts of my past
They can not destroy me now
They have no hold on my love
They cease to exhume my tragedies
You are the light of my future
You set my horizon ablaze
You ignite my imagination
You free my spirit
My past is only a ghost
By BPeterson
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
In my darkness fear and panic flooding in.
I wait for a hand in the dark
As the night grinds me up.
No glimmer of rescue.
The darkness is like a heavy blanket
weighing me down.
Battling it like an angry animal so many endless nights.
No tender kindness, no loving embrace.
One failed rescuer lost to my heart forever.
Offered some comfort attempt.
Floating his boat in that harbor of dread.
But I am lost at sea, my legs dangle as bait for sharks that tear at my flesh as my life
force ebbs from my soul.
Cling cling to the rocks the thoughts screech
inside my skull....cling or it will swallow you!!
Bpeterson
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC