the haunting

The past is coming back for more, like the train of regret, coming from where I thought it died, but it’s never really dead just forgotten for a time, in the back of my mind waiting, Haunting me never leaving me, I can never see it, it’s a shadow on the wall cast from the light at the end of the tunnel. This non-stop harassment is spinning me around and around and where it stops no body cares. I’m losing control of my life, losing my mind, soul, and heart. They say ,what you know is what you are but, I have to forget what I know to keep who I am. so here I am running in circles, like a dog chasing his tail, but what we all forget is the tail is a part of us.