The monsters of past
Hard as i may try to ignore it,
this beast finds me out and stares down at me,
it was born of me, and i feed it daily..
when i try to be wise in retrospection.
It was not there when I was me,
it was born when I tried to be some other soul,
It is bigger and better than what I have ever been,
It intimidates me, like a shoe does a sole.
Can i ever grow out of this shadow i cast?
can i see this monster in the eye and be sure,
can i ever see a future without this past?
can i ever be me, be me without being last…
I can’t be alone in this quest for sure,
those who read me cant be so pure..
do’nt you yearn for re-living the past?
do’nt you yearn… for that teeny bit more?
as i leave this prose abrupt…. i wake thee up to the prose of life,
tuned to your liking to the extent of being rife…
how often do you wake up to the truth that is you?
how often do you cut, the past with a knife?
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Nebu, thanks for the comment on my blog, yup it happens! By the way, I read your poems here, very good. I used to write poetry but it’s been a long time now, you capture the emotions well.
It’s so good, makes me thinking about all I want in my life, hoping it wont colapse, hate to be alone.
greetings from CRO