Ghosts of your past

Smoke
Is rising
Thick and grey.

Burning below it
Leaves and twigs
Paper and waste.

I have so much to add
To that fire
To watch it burn.

I have my mistakes
And those memories
Of decisions gone wrong.

I want them reduced
To nothing
So that they may haunt me
No longer
The ghosts of my past.

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