PastA Poem by D. Jones
The past is a curious thing from the point of remembrance it never leaves the foremost part of the negativity complex
we hear it spoken about like bad weather after a day of gorgeous conditions
it burns the ear when a past mistake comes back to haunt through the teeth of an opponent surrounded by vile adjectives overused to the point of "please simplify"
it would be unnecessary to burn down the whole jungle searching when the point was behind the first tree the whole time.© 2016 D. Jones |
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