I see the ghost,
A dead man with dead eyes.
Is he a stranger?
Or a fragment,
Of a memory long lost.

Who are you?
I ask him.
Why have you come?
He seldom speaks,
About something,
Which I knew years ago.

I can say
That I knew those things,
But I remember
Nothing now.

He has been here
For several years,
Staring at me
With those dead eyes.
He speaks of things,
Did I forget them because of fear?

I know that man,
I buried him deep under the soil,
And deeper in my memory.
I buried him in the forest,
Then I ran and ran and ran.

Many years kept passing
Like raindrops falling from the sky,
I have known him all the time
For I have sinned and I am the sinner,
I now remember why.

I betrayed him,
Long ago,
I tore him like bread.
But now I fear
For I have sinned,
And have been trying
To forget him all the time.