A Ghost Returns

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 1st May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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No more than a boy he leaves home for a new life. The people he leaves behind are cold and lost. He makes a good life but his past haunts him and returns as an observer, then happy he made the right choice a ghost of the past fades away.

Returning Home

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

Closing the Door

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a lonely determined boy.

No Turning Back

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty,
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of this anguish,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment.
As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calendar of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Shabby People

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday,
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds
How many years have these so called men drunkenly beat wives and their children,
Count the bruises made by the drunken clenched fist through many many years of misery,
Remember the drops of blood that have flowed since the words 'I do' were said,
How many tears have been collected as trophies since a wedding day so long ago.

Full of Hope

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.
Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
it cast its silvery beads all around but now nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath misery and complete neglect.

Fading Away

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.
I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,

I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.

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Bitterness, Darkness, Demons, Hatred, Leaving, Lost Chances, Lost Hope, Misery, Shabby

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st May 2013 (#)

Thank you Mark

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author avatar C.D. Moore
1st May 2013 (#)

Very haunting sad story. The black and white pictures a perfect complement. Well written.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
2nd May 2013 (#)

Thank you CD

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
1st May 2013 (#)

We must all learn to let go of the demons of our past.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
2nd May 2013 (#)

You are right Mark

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
1st May 2013 (#)

I liked this poem very much Terry . Like the other new one it was a walk back to the past , but this one had to be done so that the past could be laid to rest , and the anger defused , then a new page could be turned . Excellent ...through and through .
Bless you my dear friend
Stella ><

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author avatar Terry Trainor
2nd May 2013 (#)

Good morning Stella thanks for reading. How are you today?

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author avatar Songbird B
3rd May 2013 (#)

We all sometimes have to face the ghosts of our past to really lay them to rest..Excellent bittersweet poem my friend, powerfully enhanced by the use of the black and white images. \0/x

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author avatar Delicia Powers
4th May 2013 (#)

wonderful, and as always very powerful...thanks Terry.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
5th May 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
8th May 2013 (#)

Haunting past revisited but nothing has changed over the years. Our lives need not be unhappy and love should never desert our hearts. Nature is same all the time and we are just part of nature too. Deep feelings so well brought out, Terry - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th May 2013 (#)

Thank you my wise friend

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