Ghost Hunter

Armed with steel determination,
I go chasing phantoms
in the blackness of my deepest memories.
These demons from my past,
which have instilled in me fear and regret,
are elusive, taunting me from
their hiding places behind my successes,
lurking among my failures and foibles.
Specters of transparent grayish-blue,
like holograms played back from my mind
dance and race about, out of my grasp.
Ghosts of a forgotten place and time,
faces nearly washed away.
They move with an immortal speed
which surpasses my own.
Perhaps my mettle is weaker than I thought,
but once the chase has started
there is no going back.