The Thing About The Horrid Past Poem by Monlano Amir

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it haunts those who recall
It sears those with a heart
It burns their protective wall

The thing about the horrid past
Is that those memories last
And never fade away
Unless an amniesa spell is cast

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it consumes your soul
It cuts and wounds your mind
It makes you feel not whole

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it does not care about your cries
It does not hear your prayers 
It does not see the tears in your eyes

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it buries the feeling of hope
It crushes all your future dreams
And cannot let you to cope

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it was all in the past
It cannot be fixed
It will not forever last

The thing about the horrid past
Is that the light is always there
And hope will rise again
The days will be easier to bear

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it does not conquer your dreams
It can be momentarily forgotton
With new good memories it seems

The thing about the horrid past
Is that it does not haunt those who do not recall
It does not sear those with a happy heart
It does not burn their protective wall