Present

I am so afraid of the past

It haunts me day and night

And sneers at me

Throwing blows at my future

Managing to make an indent

Before I ever get there.

Why so cruel Fate?

Can't you see you have already destroyed

You have already rebuilt

You have finally managed to catch up

To none but me.

The cries I hear

Within those city walls

I can't drive them away.

Chaos and Confusion

They seek another prey now

Anyone but me is what I will plead

And they won't listen

Instead they will laugh

And make me afraid.

I hate you Present...

The End

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