Oh how the past creeps up and hits you in the face.
You think it's buried so deeply, in the dank dirt.
Only to find that, that 6 feet under you thought was unescapable
has hidden steps, that's letting it creep back up,
your ladened, bending spine; little bumps cascade down your arms.
Shivers and sweat run marathons across your body.
You know you can't change the past. Ever.
It's always there, absolute, simply waiting to knock down
all those protective barriers, burst through
the shiny veneer. It opens up your soul,
lets the entire world view the worst of you.
Past effects present effects future.
It affects our choices. Makes our decisions.
We become blameless because in time,
everything becomes part of the past,
an old shadowy nightmare, a distant memory.
Something to cart around, hide away,
ignore it's very existance. Prance about with faked dignity.
The past crept up and removed all happiness.
The past slinked through and blotted out the light.
Infamous past equals lonely present.
Boring, sheltered, dignified past equally defines the future.
So to live in the moment is to feel pain.
Is to have felt free, is to have felt villainous,
is to have rebelled through it all... only to look
old and withered and torn in a less than lovely present?
To be shunned and disregarded. To be hated.
It is too much, but the past will keep creeping up.
Will keep pushing on those pure white shrunken daisies.
The death of me, the past will be and my present will be no more.
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