Like deadweight, it drags me down.
I push forward, but it pulls me back:
The iron hand of the past
Clamped on the present
And future-
my present, my future.
My past infiltrates the present,
My present interrogates the past
And its unrelenting force
Leaves me
Caught between the past
And the present, unable to move
Beyond this.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
