The past has a habit of haunting me
Clinging to the corners of my brain
Reaching out to remind me
Of failures and frustrations
In my weakest moments
Like shadows of the days gone by
Regrets and mistakes given life
In dreams and darker memories
Stretching out through time and space
Tugging at me tightly
Trying to drag me back
So I may not move forward
Held down by how I fell apart
The chances that I blew and wasted
Scattered ashes of what came before
I can’t seem to look away from