The Past...

by Torn   Oct 27, 2005


The Past...

Always creeps on you,
When you expect it the least.
Bringing back memories,
That you were trying to release.

Getting into your head,
Because it knows you best.
Targeting your weaknesses,
Making a comfortable nest.

In your head it intends to stay,
Infesting surroundings till you are drowned.
much more damage it can do this way,
You wont be saved until you're found.

The past is in the past,
Is what they all say.
But how are you to forget it,
If it has such an intent to stay?

It catches up on you,
When you've finally let it go.
Demonstrating your feelings,
The ones you weren't to show.

Brings out your insecurities,
That make you feel low.
Another reason to be worthless,
To hate yourself so.

The past is inescapable,
It makes you who you are.
So watch what you do,
So you can go far.

Because what you do know,
Decides who you will become.
The present is the future,
Of the past we've overcome.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Hun, I like this one hun. It is true with a bit of optomism at the end tying it all together. Don't worry, your old poems really aren't bad hun I was enjoying the read. Thanks for commenting on my poem. Yeah, everyone has low times the creep up every now and then so I guess I will have to grit my teeth and hope it will be over soon. That poem is a bit strong, and I have thought better about posting it, so I think I'll thank it off, though your vote was noted. Thanks love. Nice to hear from you. Hope you are doing well.

    Always,
    Tainted Mikochan

  • 18 years ago

    by LostSoul

    Omg, this is sooo good. I need you teach me how to write.. ahh I'm tired of being embarrased and not knowing what to say. Good day.

  • 18 years ago

    by Pilar

    Great poem!

    pili

  • 18 years ago

    by lilyumi

    Nice written i have to say :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Rich

    Wow - Your poems are so deep I just can't read them in all one sitting. I almost hate to call this a poem because it's so much more than that. It's wonderfully created.

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