Haunted
The desires i once had,
Are no longer true.
So why is there the torment,
Of everyday life?
Of a past that still haunts.
One of anger,
Lust,
Destruction,
Pain.
People who never forget.
The cries,
The cuts,
The struggles.
People who only see,
The bad,
The worse,
The past.
Who is there to understand?
When will the immaturity,
Leave.
Because, desires once had,
can never be forgotten.
Wrong roads taken,
Are never repaved.
Costly mistakes,
Can never be re payed.
Copyright © Miki Radlinger | Year Posted 2014
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