Bring out your dead

I run from ghosts
But I run to the past
A ressurection that would surely be in vain
Of a past that only ever brought me pain
I'm haunted by what ifs
While I create so many more
The unspooled reel inside my head
Like undead seeking to be fed
Spirits haunting from the past
But they've all moved on from here....
Where only I remain at last.