the ghost of my past

knock knock knock
the door kept on going around the clook
hesitantly i strolled to it with the fear of what was coming
my heart kept on druming to the beat of this tune
that my head was creating
tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc went the clock
as my hand reached to the door
sweating the ocean out my hand
my body cringed at the thought
the ghost of my past at my door
whose there i asked before turning the knob
its me a strange voice came roaring through
the ghost of all your secrets and a nightmare at your door
my heart fell deep into my soul
dead still with my eyes wide open i gazed at the sight
the time had finally came no running would help
no hiding would be enough
for the sight  in my eyes became too rough
knock knock knock
the time has come to fight
your time to hide is against my plight
the field is drawn and at dawn
its time to either fight or flight
how can you fight your darkest secrets and nightmare at your sight
the ghost of my past
is here at alast
a man i must be its time to fight