There's no future, just past, coldly ripped from our hands as we try to shape it.


Frozen

Relentlessly
backward
the moving past

To spite mankind's
struggles
to make it last



Poetry by mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-06-03 at 09:58

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