May 282012
My past trots behind me
an obstinate shadow;
It turns neither left nor right
but plies my very route.
Often I wish it gone
like some eerie nightmare;
Like a cold, wintry night
that melts under the smiling sun.
Again and again I rewrite it
but it remains unchanged;
Haunting my soul day and night
like some sinister ghost.
Fangs bared, claws drawn
it lurks in the shadows;
Ready to tear and destroy
all semblances of my sanity!
Na you gi’ am shance to dey follow you up and down na.
I ignore the past but to learn. After that – it’s insignificant.
Nice one.
Your past belongs to you. You can focus consciously on the future, however.
Lovely poem.
The past is forever. You can only pretend to forget it.
that is true. @kaycee.i concur
U can’t forget the past, if it is significant enough. U can, however, choose the way it will impact Ur life.
Nice poem.
Aptly described..The past is like a shadow…We can choose to ignore its presence though…
Nice poem…Well done…$ß.
The past fades with time. Time heals most wounds. Except of course, there’s something around to always remind you of it.
Well done.
You are indeed hunted.
Nice poem and truthful too. Certain shadows hunt us for long, but not forever. The scars might always be there, but the wound can heal and we live on.
The past is finite,precisely limited but the future…is entirely open. Will you fill it’s blank pages with echoes of a vile past?