I sit surrounded by ghosts from the past
old chests of drawers, desks and shelves,
age has rendered them useless
yet they take up space in my house.
Occasional tables with legs too spindly
to bear any weight, dotted around,
paintings of scenes I do not recognise,
portraits of people I do not know,
stacked behind doors and cupboards
because there is no more wall.
Past lives lived and forgotten,
yet they take up so much of my life
they are not of my past, my history,
but they are here to stay
as another cannot let go
of these meaningless things,
they have passed for years
an unbroken chain through a family
and ended up with me here.
I feel these ghosts looking at me
for I do not share their values,
their lifestyle, their pasts
I am from a different time and place
I have no need of them or their things.
I wish to live in the present
uncluttered, unhindered, free,
yet someone important to me
clings like an anemone to a rock
to the ghosts of his past.