Past Poem by Austin Clark
Past
The past haunts,
The greatest of greats,
The lowest of lows,
And middlings in-between,
It is the darkest of things,
Even with pinpricks,
Of light shining through,
It takes a beam in the present,
To illuminate you,
With your mind,
Stuck in the darkness,
To pull you away for the,
Darkest of thoughts,
And feelings of death,
But it can be done,
Especially,
By love.
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