Ghosts of our past

Wandering the mists of your mirage,
I look for what i lost,
Sanity is slipping away,
Just like the ghosts of our past.

As the darkness takes control,
The devil crawls under my skin,
Trying to reach for your hands,
But I’m bounded by what i sin.

As the chaos rots my core,
My soul slowly loses its shine,
Repenting what hath been done,
For you were once actually mine.

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  1. This poem dictates a beautiful yet sorrowful story of one’s past and delivers the painful realization of the time that’s gone and cannot be returned. Poet narrates the aftermath of the situation where he/she describes the actual situation after the loved one leaves. The scenario revolves around the loneliness and darkness that follows the poet after he submits to the thought that he does not control reality now. Sadly, the writer has accepted the victory of darkness over its soul. Hence, he describes the damage that is now done to the body and soul.

  2. Review – This poem captures a strong feeling of sadness and longing while exploring themes of loss and regret. The words used, like “wandering in a haze of something that isn’t real” and “darkness taking over,” create a sense of confusion and darkness in the poem.

    The poem expresses the speaker’s search for something they have lost, possibly a connection or a relationship. It conveys a feeling of losing control and being haunted by past experiences.

    When the poem mentions the devil crawling under the speaker’s skin and their struggle to hold onto someone they desire, it suggests that the speaker is dealing with inner conflicts and limitations.

    The poem also examines the decline of the speaker’s inner self, with their core decaying and their soul losing its brightness. There is a sense of regret and remorse for past actions, indicating that the speaker acknowledges their mistakes.

    Overall, the poem effectively portrays a turbulent emotional journey with vivid descriptions and a somber tone. It conveys the pain of losing something that was once cherished and the burden of regret.

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