The Ghosts Are Gone

the ghosts are finally gone and they no longer torture me remorse and old regrets at last have let my spirit be to let go of the past is not the ease of sweet release although I bid farewell to welcome now some inner peace what is my mission now no god to light the path for me the blindness of the soul conceals my distant destiny the night is rich but dark the shadows that the daylight feared are blank as memory when all the ghosts have disappeared I lift my walking cane to probe the emptiness of death it seems there's nothing there a precipice beyond life's breath the ghosts are finally gone and I am here alone it seems forgiveness is a weight that death lets go along with dreams