My ghosts

As I walk down the lonely isolated path
I see the trees with no leaves or blossoms
I look round to see if they are following me … they are
But they do not show themselves
Although I know they are there
I see the stones broken and scattered along the way
As I progress onward, I turn toward the noise I hear
Now they greet me with sneers and laughter
I ignore them, they do not phase me
I know they want to bother me, but they can’t
They are powerless in this place
They see me, they haunt me
I will turn my attention elsewhere
I look to my right
I see the decayed corpse
Of a person I once knew
Where is their spirit now?
Did they have a soul?
I continue on the deadened path without fear
I know when I arrive to my destination
They will be there to greet me once again
My ghosts