haunted

stumbled accross this piece from years ago - amazing how some thoughts are timeless

whispers...incessant
wanderings through all my thoughts - hauntings
from my past ensue in bitterness
or pain. such marked, i've lost
all that self defined, and gained
naught through muddled, 'membered
times. depraved, it seems, i fear to think
and deprive... all senses...
dimmed by drink. uncertain pauses
mark the path i've trod and tread,
and forever will, it seems, continue on...
despite my tries - simplicity
eludes - each dewcast dawn - my
grasp slips more and more to dreams.
Even for a glimpse i gaze
and all my sights set on, bedecked
in night, do dance away beyond. Within
the circling thoughts of haunting past
and while the present flees,
I wander in persistance through
incessant whisperings.