The choices we make,
for old times' sake,
desperately clinging to the past,
that harassed,
abused,
and completely used,
us until we were freed,
yet we missed it and in greed,
thought that now the same,
past thing could be put to shame,
we could control it now,
instead of vice versa but how,
can we control that which can't be,
how many years before we see,
the past should stay behind us for good,
we shouldn't repeat mistakes, knock on wood.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
