Ghost Of The Past Poem by Amanda Swain

The pain comes back, just like before
I wish again to see death’s door
It’s fire burning in my heart
My self tearing me apart
I try to wish it all away
But it won’t leave me, not today
Let me breath I think aloud
The pain pulses with the sound
I sometimes think that it’s alive
That it’s goal is to take my life
Hating time, I want to die
I realize I’ve begun to cry
What if nothing’s like before?
What if this pain kills my core?
Please take it all away
Or don’t let me live another day
It heeds my request, again I breath
But something’s wrong, I’m on my knees
I feel cold, so very weak
My life fades, I start to sink
Into my past, so hurt, with pain
My loss is Hell Fire’s sweet gain
I fall down, hit the floor
Want to live, but I opened the door
There he is, dressed in black
The curtain falls, my final act
I rejoin the crew, farewell to cast
I’m lost in time, a ghost of the past