WHY DO YOU HAUNT ME?

Why do they haunt me you ghosts of old?
I have told you so many times I am sorry.
I ask you, it was war, what else could I do?
You do not answer, only look at me with your grin.
I don’t understand – you would have killed me!
Why do you disturb the peace of my sleep?
Why must I kill you over and over?
Why? Your blood and suffering already stains my soul.
Please find peace so I can find mind.

©Copyright April 7, 2008 by Charles Schwiderski