The Past Is Haunting.

by MikaMad15   Jun 17, 2009


I weep,
Days of pain, mouthfuls of blood.
I curse,
My life, my body, my being.
I wish,
I could let go, be free, and go on.
But I,
just don't understand, nothing ever leaves.
Will it ever?
go? disappear? be happy?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Saving Grace

    Short and simple, but powerful and to the point. I liked it. Its so real. Expressed yourself well, even though it was only a very short poem. Very well done. keep it up. 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Good Enough

    Sometimes u need to let go of the past and work on the future. u wrote this poem very well. I love the style keep it up.

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