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The Past

A poem

By Daniel ArnoldPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

The past is a burden that haunts.

We relish in what we have, it taunts.

Like the neverending boomerang of life,

Slicing through the air like a knife.

I don't think I'm being pretentious,

When I say what's next is relentless.

The world we live in is a lie.

All of us live, and we die.

The past it controls our decisions.

It holds us captive, it imprisons.

I mean not to sound so dismal.

But to live in the past should be criminal.

We all have the power and knowledge.

So step up and let us acknowledge.

To change, you must make a stance.

Life is exquisite, just give it a chance.

inspirational

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