The Past Becomes Present

I seem to have misplaced my thoughts

On lavish clouds that fray and loom

 

I seem to have misplaced my heart

On palms so sweaty and unsure

 

A wave of excited terror washes up the words I’ve written down

It shoves the words back down my throat

Back up where it started from deep inside

Before I bled you through

 

I never learned the lessons won until I hit rock bottom

The bottom of the bottles that lay before me

The nights I wish I could forget

Filled with remorse, regret

 

It would be easier to blame someone else for my actions taken

But for once I must hold my own

To know the wrongs and right them

This remorse I’ve written down

To bring me comfort and new hope

To part my old self and move on

 

So bring it back to where the ink pen bled

Before I knew how to think with my head

Before every tear was shed

Before life seemed so dead

 

I have myself to face in the morning

I wish to make her proud

Make her happy

Relieve the pain she inflicts on others

Pay my debt to society

I owe the world and myself this