pastA Poem by Blackpast
The echoed words on the walls, The mirror in the car Making you see the past me The one who is not here
The past that is death That is faithed not to be here instead Restless souls and memories From family members which live on
The empty space they leave in their place The place you put aside in your hearth Which was never filled with happiness But all with horrible fears
The car driver looks in front There is future me All alone That´s the only thing to be seen © 2011 BlackReviews
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Added on July 30, 2011Last Updated on July 30, 2011 AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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