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Jan 20
They say I am ill,
That my future stands, still
Too far out of reach
Yet not close enough to feel

My Future,

It's patience is no virtue
It's silence is no gift,
I will claw my way to find it
just to find it doesn't exist.

They will watch with desperate eyes
praying that through all the
destruction and hatred I pass
I will somehow survive
the disguise of my past

My past,

It's soulless smile rips through my skin
Destroying the layer of heaven I built
Constricting my heart of the love I once felt

They say not to live in the past,
or fret of the future
but to stand in the present

But how can I stand when the past
has shaken the ground I am on,
& the future clouded my blue sky with grey?
I wrote this in a time when I honestly felt like I wasn't going anywhere  and that somehow, no matter how much I tried, my past would always catch up to me. I hope you like it and that some of you can relate.. :))
Written by
Amaisha  16/F/Infinity
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