Self Inflicted Torment
What's gone before consumes the now,
if he happens to allow it
What's yet to come torments his mind,
if he happens to permit it
He concentrates on uncertainties,
incites his own demise
Neglects the most important time,
until he finally dies
The end will come regardless,
of how he spends his time
Ignore the possibilities,
for instant peace of mind.
Copyright © Daniel Mcardle | Year Posted 2012
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