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Past
Everyone has a past that they wish they could forget, but for some, it lingers like a bad debt.
No matter what we try, it won't go away, And even prayers don't always keep it at bay.
For me, I tried to numb the pain, but it only led me further into its grasp, driving me insane.
I put my past before everything I did, making relationships hard to mend.
Evil knew just how to get to me, the trap was well-laid.
Offering me temptations for my soul to trade.
I blamed past trauma on the ruthlessness of my actions, using drugs as a temporary, unworthy distraction.
But erasing the memories I know now is not an option,
Just a prodigy of pain,
the soul's legal adoption.
I must continue to live with unwanted waves. of recollection.
With all hopes of seeing dignity as I look at my reflection.
Copyright ©
Andrea Elrod
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