The Haunting
a villanelle in-between what has been and what will be
Oh, how the past is haunting
I’m crawling back, while looking forward
My, how the future is daunting
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Every memory, lesson, emotion is prompting
My mental imprisonment, I’m self-tortured
Oh, how the past is haunting
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How does one attain value worth flaunting?
Are they humbly brave, am I merely coward?
My, how the future is daunting
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It is exponentially exhausting
Replaying scenes, overthinking every word
Oh, how the past is haunting
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Am I the fool to strive for what I’m wanting?
Are my goals grandiose, my dreams absurd?
My, how the future is daunting
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Alas, now the present is taunting
I’m looking back, while crawling forward
Oh, how the past is haunting
My, how the future is daunting
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