Ghost of My Past

Waking up at the middle of the night,

Something Vicious overwhelming at sight,

Is it the things that make me cry?

The ideas I never worked on?

The nice words I could have said

The prayers I never pray?

Mountain of worries making me fail?

Or the sea of regrets making me pale?

The ghost hunting at night, hunting my heart,

I tried to run but couldn't take a step,

Tried to fight but couldn't,

Who will save me from this ghost? Ghost of my past.

Took myself down to graveyard to watch my next abode,

"I'm sick of this nightmare" I said 

My whole life flash before me in seconds,

No more tears to shed for the lives I lost,

No more pain of regrets of course,

As a river keeps flowing,

The ghost keeps on coming,

Who will save me from this ghost?

 Ghost of My Past.