Fettered

by Roland Amaranto   Oct 31, 2016


Unfinished, undealt
Shadows of the past
I kept running away from
Somewhat, somehow
It came to control
My own demise
History, the puppeteer
Helpless, I watch
Past taking over future
And I'm stuck in the present

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  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    There's so many things that keep us from moving forward. We haul cartloads of past with us. I really like how you put this to words. Well done-

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