2:04 am,
the ghosts still haunt me
in bed, tossing and turning
clenched my jaw,
clenched my fist
dreamed of a scene from years ago,
forgiven yet not forgotten
cursing you in my rambles,
throwing my fist unconsciously
thought the wound healed,
yet the stitch ripped
woke up with a heavy heart,
thought i was healed,
but i wasn’t
thought i’ve forgiven,
but i doubt it
i yearn for peace,
for happiness,
but i still fight with you in my sleep
– i am in a better place now, but i wish the ghosts wouldn’t haunt me once again
