The past is a home
I've made for myself
How I dwell in it
—felt safe inside
its regretful waters
Somehow, the past has
become a wonderful
place for meThe present is a hell
I'd rather not live through
but I push, I fight
because there is nothing
I could do
—live, they said
perhaps, it's only
because we have toThe future is a hope
I've always thought of
throwing away
—life is an illusion
just as living is nothing
but a distraction
perhaps, it's something
I'd rather not think ofThe world is a haze
of nothing but fast wind
and errant ways
—I look only to get thrown
into this insanity
filled with shiny craze
and endless raze
Somehow, the world
is not something
meant for meSo I look down
on my toil
—past the callous
hands I sport
and the fragile
heart with my soul
Perhaps, the past
may be my home
and the future
a hope not meant for me
One thing I know for certain
—life is another path
to choose to walk on
and living is but a journey
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...