The Past can be a walk down memory lane
or a swim down the river of sadness.
So many things wanted, so many abandoned.
The big closet overflowing with old wonders of the past. Many stories never told, stuffed animals never played with as the future ahead comes forward
Everything is the past.
You can try and try to stop the bad things coming your way, but they will never stop.
As the past is a black hole of never ending darkness of things you always wanted but now are forgotten.
You are forgotten.
Lost in the big, mysterious, slow world of the past.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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This was a really fun poem to write. Please enjoy and please comment.
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