Ghosts

Ghosts

Of the past catching up in the mind it resonates

Time brings introspects and memories it detonates

The good easily forgotten, the bad hanging like rotten cotton

Sure these ghosts can’t hurt, but we’re not forgiven

Truth, that scoundrel of the indelible

Her protector is Aristotle

The guilty always begging mercy and innocent only justice

Deny the cries from the morally criminal and caress innocence

Forgiveness must be moral and not based on whim

Justice can never win for the physical sin is to ad nauseum

Trying to eradicate the ghosts from our minds is wishful

The difficulty is evident, witness the powder by the dishful

Dr Dream is a mean kill; Casper only exists in the world of Marvel

So endure the fight within and cry if the taunts become a din

Self-pity is its own sin and is a lover of guilt

Proud strength the soul, your identity, is the only gilt