You cannot fight a ghost; feelings and people alike.
When I sleep, my demons linger at night; each face bears a resemblance to people I’ve known in life.
A cemetery for my tragedies settles in my mind. I’m haunted by my lack of strength and self-deprecating pride.
A Trimester is worth a lifetime of guilt; and the nightmares will never let me rest. I have not paid enough penance for them to relieve the pain in my chest.
So I stay up and pay my dues; while he sleeps still.
I’m accustomed to a state of madness. Trying to regain a sense of normalcy while being around the catalyst for my grief.
A secret collects dust in the closet I stored. An unspoken truth is still a fact unheard.
You cannot fight a ghost; especially truths that have not come to light.
Mourning is a lonely feeling.
Secrets breed Paranoia.
Ignorance has so many friends.
You cannot fight ghosts, but I have tried.
Lost all my sanity swinging at the wind.
-AB
Wishful Thinking 
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