Useless

I'm down on my luck, 

"useless" says me.

"Useless was this life, 

now you are forced 

into a new one" Says

the Echos of my past.

"you fixed everything

but now on we move"

"Wait!" says me "can i not

bask in my happiness, can i not

enjoy the life i have made?"

"no" says the Echos "your life

here is over" it tells my broken heart.

"But I have  done so much,

I have fixed my life, changed my future,

destroyed demons that lurked in my shadows, so 

tell me why, why can I not stay" I ask

"Because your future does not allow it,

the echos of the future say no" 

"useless" I mutter, useless is my past

History that has no meaning, a past that I can not use

my past is useless.