Once a bright day it be
With cheerfulness within me
Happy was I, the day went well
Unaware of the future that'll dwell.

The night showed its face
I stood there in the open wide space
Oh was I just dreaming or was it real?
That I was confined in a cell lowering my zeal.

The candle's pace grew bright apace
It quivered as if it were in a race
Indicating signs of danger which at first,
I couldn't realise until it burst.

Was it just my hallucination?
Or the resounding voice of my sixth sensation?
Perhaps time will explain
Will it be a pleasure or a pain?

And then as far as I could see
Stood there a figure glaring at me
Atlast, out came the 'phantom' I guess
Coz it flew in air without making a mess.

It came as close as it could be
So that it could look in my eyes maybe
It spoke no word for a moment
Surely I'd lost my voice, no shout, no comment.

I stood there perplexed, staring at its ghastly grotesque eyes
Wish it turned around, away it flies
But the see-through, disfigured was reluctant to do so
The limbless creep, stood motionless waiting for my fears to grow.

Atlast the spirit spoke its script
I stood in amused bewilderment, his faint voice echoing in the crypt.
It was nothing but the spook, creeping from the shadows of the past
Is this what it wanted atlast?

It blurted out everything about my obliterated past
The one I abhor in abundance and wanted it to go away fast
Yes, my past was there, speaking
I bent on my knees praying.

I wanted it to be all over as soon as it could
Couldn't bear it even if I should
It reminded me of those horrible days
Where I lost everything, treading wrong ways.

Its mistique only provoked ire in me
As it kept uttering my dark secrets venomously
Just when I had moved on, it came and opened an abyss
And plunged me down, darkness welcoming with a hiss.

My body crouched and tightened in fear
I untwisted it and pulled myself together
With fortitude, I blew the candle off
Shaking off the strange incidence, fate played me tough.

A split-second later, there was light all around again
But the wraith was no more, nor the pain
Its then I realise, the past keeps crawling back again
We have to keep fighting to not let our progress go in vain...

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Back with another update! I should mention here that this isn't the poem I actually wanted to update cuz I have another one in mind but it will take weeks to pen it and perfect it cuz I feel its a good topic to write upon but yeah, it had been days without an updat so this is like a filler. Too busy in school work, watching cricket world cup and besides, it was my Birthday yesterday so i had no time to complete the poem.

About this poem-
I wrote it back when I ws 14 ... Thats like 3 yrs ago. A person's past here ( by which i mean the bad past ) is personified as a ghost and it tries to weaken the person and spoil her present as well but she eventually acts strong and fights back symbolising that we all can start our life afresh by forgetting our past . All we need to do is remember the lessons we learnt and stay strong.

So keep calm and enjoy!

Love
~ Namrah