Thursday, October 20, 2011

Forgone (poems from the past)

Please help me out of this sinking hole,
I've passed the time, and it's not my hole!
My recovery passes before my eyes,
I see my growth and I'm mystified.
No longer willing to go back in time,
into obsession, compulsion, and insanity
of mind. This twas indeed a self-inflicted crime.

Put down, put down, put down those thoughts.
Leave it there like a flattened out moth.
Live in today, the past is gone.
No more stealing from my years,
I am free today, and delivered from all my fears.
Halleluyah!

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