Ghosts of my soul

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The ghosts
that accompany me
are very familiar,
shadows I know,
they wander seeking
to flee from their abode,
some lamp
to save them from the blur.
In the darkness
where I locked them up one day
they cry out to get out
from that dark dungeon,
place where they take refuge
my anxieties and agony,
voices that torment
my insecure present.
We all have
some shadowy corner
where the spectres of the past
the spectres of the past,
the demons
that fuel our unholy
and ancient pain
never appeased.
But I must learn
to coexist with them,
ghosts of my soul,
chained flashes.