My Ghost of Past

I wrote this poem 10 years ago when I was in a mental hospital

This planet holds no hope for me
Only demands never meant for keep

The air is humid with suspended tears
Held by strings of future fears

Demons cut them loose with a murder weapon
They have control because we let them

As walk I hang my head
Because the sky is full of death

Souls lost on an unaswered quest
To find a final bed to rest

My imagination tickles my heart
Then rapes it and tears it apart

My ghosts now follow me
I wish I knew their plans for me