Past selves

Past selves

A Poem by Thisismythearpy
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Based on this nightmare/night terror thing I have had a few times. Really quite strange.

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Waking up in the middle of the night

A horrifying sight


Of people you’ve been before

People you don’t want around anymore


Phantoms of the past

Memories you can not cast


You lay down in your bed

Thinking in your head


That you don’t even want to be who you are now


In fact, you don’t know what you want to be

There is no clear future you can see


At least it’s better than knowing what you want

And not having it

Or getting what you want

Then not knowing what do do with it


So hate your past selves

Though there is nothing good to compare them too

The only good time in you life is bottled on a shelf

These days you don’t know what to do


Besides go to sleep every night

And waking up with the same sight


Of your past selves

© 2017 Thisismythearpy


Author's Note

Thisismythearpy
Yet again, the font is a bit odd.

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I like that because the future can't be imagined, the past is doomed to recycle...and recycle. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Thisismythearpy
Thisismythearpy

Kingston, TN



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Hello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more..

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