January 7, 2014

 

 

The great temptation to remain in the past

had finally hit home, with alacrity at last.

What’s done is done; self indulgence for the vain.

Feeling sorry is no good; it’s too late to explain.

 

So the need to function sent me on my way,

in search of what? I didn’t know that day.

But in looking back, in an attempt to be free,

I discovered that I couldn’t escape from me.

 

The realisation that therein, did the problem lie,

resolutely proving to be, my only alibi.

I couldn’t move on until the past I’d put to bed,

by compartmentalising it forever, in my head.

 

 

 

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