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The Death of my Past

Sitting at a bar with a shot of tequila, beer on tap
the death of my past sweating down my back

Fear of lost love, respect for dreams
a fear to be weaned from me

Gone forever those days
while I prefer a roll in the hay

Abuse, violence, and drugs a horror to forget
but to remember

Distance between the death of past my cure
to use and forget you

I hide them in a closet buried in lies
to avoid the skeletons I hide

Grown now to never look back
and see my life as a heart attack

Leave me be let me smile
and be free

Don't bring my skeletons out
and their won't be any doubt

This is my drunken misery of past
to never look back

I believed second chances to trust a soul
but the trust is now a hole

The trust a hole filled by the good now in my life
by something more

I stand ahead of my past death
in the present to leave my bar stool .

Bringing my sober smile
to the death of my past .

Author notes

My notes to this piece reveal more about me than ever before in feeling of my dark past. In this poem I used reflection on myself compared to the present happiness in my life (a new boyfriend, new job, doing well in college, and being the best artist I have ever been) compared to the past teen I used to be (sex, drugs, liquor, a wrecked family, no love when I looked, and old fears). This poem shows the changes I have overcome and hardships. has true feelings and skeletons revealed more than.

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  • Clinging-to-Life
    June 29, 2008
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    Very nice write, full of emotion. personally i think if you were to waive the repetetive use of periods. it would strengthen this piece. the dots represent a break at the end of a line, and I think to many without punctuation, slows this down.
    other than that, Very nice write.
    thanks


  • coderre
    June 27, 2008

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    its a horrible past but all you can do is look back on it and better your self for the future you cant change what you did or what happened in the past still a good poem