Old Ghosts

Oh, weary, weary mind;
why do you falter?
why does a ghost of twelve years passed
continue to plague thee thus?

Have you not sought refuge?
have you not sought light?

Then why, oh weary mind,
do you falter so
on these new nights?

© Blake Leitch November 30, 2016

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