What's Past is Past
What's past is past,
Or is it?
I remember everything.
Every song that was
Special,
Every love that was
Unique.
Every blow that
You beat me.
Striking me in the shower,
When I was naked
And helpless.
I can never forget
Your treachery,
Your silence,
Torturing me,
Isolating me.
No family to
Hold me.
No friends to
Cheer me.
No money to
Live on,
Even though
You bought a new car.
What's past
Isn't past,
Not till I pass.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-12-28 at 18:31
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