Future In the Past
Thought is eating brain as cancer
I am future in the past
I am looking for the Answer
And I’m trying to request.
Give me, sky, the hope and mercy!
I’m along in autumn’s time
in my room, that’s not so cosy
without Her. I drop the rhyme
for these lips and eyes in silence.
Frail ship has found the shoal
And I make my quiet violence
Over my exhausted soul.
Pain arises. Heart is beating.
Sadness is unwanted guest.
I could be so glad in being,
But it’s future in the past.
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