by variousglimpses

In my computer

There are some old files

From when I was insane


I wandered in them tonight

That haunted mansion

Of fractured thoughts

Evidence of a wandering soul

Whose tethers to the real

Were cut


After a while

I lost track

Of myself back then –

Wide eyed and sleepless

Stumbling through the tunnels

Of a psychological underworld –

And myself now –

He who tells himself

He’s left that far behind

Cured and set apart

From that unpleasantness


The haunting is real, but

Which of us is the ghost?