Random Thoughts

Another collection of poetry.

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16. What It Was

It was my past
Littered with unatoned sins
Which visited me
As the stormy gale blew.

It was my past
Which I could not forget
That pounced upon me
As I turned towards the setting sun.

It was my past
And all I had laid to rest
Which emerged from the grave
As I saw the sea collapse upon the beach.

And it was my past
Which has rendered me a wreck
Lying in this bed, in this room
As all around me the world falls apart.

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