Random Thoughts

Another collection of poetry.


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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