Past selvesA Poem by ThisismythearpyBased on this nightmare/night terror thing I have had a few times. Really quite strange.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 ThisismythearpyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2017 Last Updated on June 30, 2017 AuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, 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..Writing
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