Through the Past Darkly

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I open the door

Close my eyes

Step over the ghosts of my past

These hallowed halls

echo with the secrets they keep

I stumble on the shards

of shattered souls and broken dreams

Hungry memories

slither around my ankles

Vengeful phantoms

block my path

Wretched spirits

shriek in my ears

I wade through the memories

shine a light in dark places

brush the rubble from my hair

pull the splinters from my knees

The only way out . . . is through . . .

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