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



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Written on 2026-06-03 at 09:58

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Relentless, this poem. Despite its length. I respect the craft and love the verse but feel sad about the subject matter.

That's not your fault, of course. Just the world's.
2026-06-04