Unveiled
I see my past,
Unveiled within this poem;
Written by an erratic hand---unwilling
To cooperate with my heart’s rhythm.
I can not see the future, if there is no past.
I tried and had lived in the fast lane, but still
Emptiness filled my brain; a grim
Hope is all I have, from my past;
All’s gone.
Only what is left inside of me is this poem.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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