The Past

Posted: March 1, 2014 in The Poetic Side
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Lingering in the air like the smell of a long crushed cigarette

Haunting my dreams like a ghost that won’t go away

Shaping my future as if I can’t change it

Judging me in every way possible

The room is silent

Yet the tension is deafening

I want to slice it away with my courage

But it appears to be too thick for my plastic words

With a voice that’s programmed inside my head

It taunts me

And attempts to pull me back

Keep me in the darkness as I blindly reach for the light

Do you think that I have not learned?

Do you mistake my mistakes for intentions?

Do you think I won’t overcome this?

No matter what my past is only I am in control of my future.

Neither you, nor anyone can tell me how to direct my life.

I hold the pen to write the ending to my story.

I am in the driver’s seat driving my life down the path that I want it to go.

You will forever be something I leave behind and watch distantly in my rearview mirror.


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