Past

If strength's derived
From past so bad
Why does it hurt me so

 

Why does it keep
Haunting me
Why won't the past just die

 

How often must I bear the brunt
The shame, the pain, the torment
Of what I've tried to bury

 

I've accepted what
Fate made of me
Of what I have become

 

I mourn the one
Who died before
Never a chance was given

 

The demons rage inside of me
Their anger overwhelming
Any hope of redemption

 

If what is past is sanity
I would glady lose my mind
For a moments peace

Reviews

[Black]

i like it
though it is a sad poem
you're a fighter :)
i see that