Where I’ll Never Return

I have some ghosts,

whisps as if smoke,

in my mind awoke

to fly out my throat.

Search and unwind

I do over some time

heal where I’m blind

and I see what I find.

Where I’ve learned,

which me concerns,

in memory it burns

I will never return.

Places sewn safe by

understanding I try

to remember of my

experiences in life.

Ghosts that’ve spoke

from the past choke

deep inside a throat

released in sky float.

My insecurity bound

to that which I found

in truth it surrounds;

I fall now to ground.

I struggle for a grip,

I use words from lips,

that I’ve learned slip

from my mind’s trip.

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