by Spartacus2012Biloxi, Mississippi, USA
Mar 2015 1,072 Views 4 comments
Present tense
It seems
my past
is everything
I failed to be.
I am
a product
of my past
not a prisoner
of it.
I will
not be
stuck in a labyrinth
thinking I'll
escape one day.
However, the clock ticks
hours pass
the past reverberates
the future recedes.
If the present
changes the past
looking back
I did not find
what I left behind.
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Posted: Mar 2015
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Ken
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Ken