These Ghosts

These ghosts haunt my every move
Remind me of my every mistake
They find me when i hide
And Chase me when i run
These ghosts Haunt my dreams
They keep me awake at night
And sap me of my strength
They fight me while im weak
These ghosts hold me back from opportunity
They stop me from dreaming
And fill my head with nightmares
These ghosts are out for my blood
And all i want
Is for them to leave me alone
These ghosts haunt me

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

The Day

I saw the day when
All our pain would go away
and the dark clouds above
Would be broken
By rays of light, and the cold
Would be replaced by warmth
But...
I blinked
And the chance was gone
We were given time
But didnt grasp the opportunity
That was presented to us
And now our problems
Surround us

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Expensive nights out and 10 car pile ups

Mangled corpses and twisted metal
Wet roads and a lovers drive
Spilling oil and flaming engines
Foggy minds and empty bottles
screams of pain and cries for help
locked eyes and soft lips
Crushed skulls and broken limbs
"I love you" and "never leave me:
Ambulance sirens and the jaws of life
A missed red light and joyful laughter
Body bags and shattered glass
Ties and suits, Heels and dresses
Screams of fear and looks of lost hope
Booked tables and high class restaraunts
Cries of "CLEAR" and lost loved ones
A noticed mistake and slow reactions
Pointed fingers and shaken fists
Busy roads and broken brakes
Expensive nights out and 10 car pile ups

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Hide me away

I want to run and hide
Get away from it all
All the pain and stress
All the hate and scorn
All the love and hope
Get away from everything that makes me feel
everything that makes me want to hurt myself
I want to dissapear into the fog and mist
never to be seen again
if it would only releive the frustration
that festers in my brain
I would relish the bullet that would end it all
and love the grave that can
Hide me away

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©

Sorry.

I stand here.
All alone.
With the wind howling around me.
The rain dripping of my hood.
The darkness all around me.
As I stand here thinking.
All I can say is,
Sorry.
Sorry for the drama.
Sorry for the pain.
Sorry for the confusion.
Sorry for the problems.
Sorry for the lies.
Sorry for the half-truths.
Sorry for the....everything.
I stand here in this storm.
Wishing I could change the past.
Knowing that I can not.
Wishing for you to accept my apology.
Even thought I do not deserve it.
All I can say is:
Sorry.

Copyright Benjamin J Jones. ©