Poems and Poetry

The Phantom | A Poem by Ian Fletcher

My past is a gray phantom
that haunts me wherever I go
hoarding all of my memories
and the people I used to know
a specter who countenances
no resurrections at my bidding
from his dark abysmal vaults.

He feeds on my experiences
thus gaining strength as I age
weighing on the here and now
annihilating what is to come
the pull of his gravity drawing me
backward into a land of shadows.

One day soon he will envelop
me completely in his darkness
and we shall be extinguished
at the very moment of union
into everlasting nothingness.

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