The fact that the past still exists
Within hidden, untraveled places
In my possessions and my soul
My mind and my heart
The past still tears me apart
I keep it there, unlocked
Though untouched
Every now and then,
I journey back to the darkness
Because I have forgotten,
What I remembered
I learn what I already know,
And it brings me even further below
Under, I drown
The surface is no limit
To Hell, I surround
Familiar unknown places
I recognize what I have forgotten,
And I remember what I don't
The past still exists,
It leaves a twist
Turning my life around
Not for the good, but back to the bad
The fact that the past still exists
Is the reason I will never be the same,
And the reason I will never be fully okay.
1/14/16
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoetryTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...
