ghosts of memories

ghosts of memories
creep into my brain
disrupting turning
wheels, inviting
other wraiths of
remembrance
to invade my
consciousness,
going nowhere
against my walls
too high to scale
too thick to breach
not a crack to slither
through
 
ghost of memories
challenge my mind
asking of their
existence, shall
they remain ghosts
or may the become
reality, affecting
more minds than mine
 
memories of ghosts
that used to haunt
my mind, come
crashing in on me
for another time around,
serving as a reminder
of things that went before
 
ghosts and memories
co-mingle, obscuring
all that is and used to be,
questions sought,
inquiries unanswered,
from the fog,
neither wrong, nor right
 
my mind welcomes the
blank night, quiet now
answering none,
the ghosts and memories
satisfied that their work
is done, and done well,
there are no more
queries this night
 
glb /// “ghosts of memories”