poem I made out of boredom

the shadows of the past haunts me now
of the things i've tried to escape from
'cause everywhere i go
the past keeps following me.

in a matter of forgetting it
it cannot be done every now and then
'cause if it's already a past
it's still a past that'll hunt us.

in the night i dream about it
in the day it's like a nightmare
'cause i don't only feel it
but i also see it.

a past is a past they say
you cannot change anything about it
you can only look back
and move on to the future.

yet how can i move on
to the future that awaits me
if the shadows of the past
still haunts me day and night?

everytime i look in the mirror
my reflection taunts at me
grrinning and mocking me
and conscience is killing me slowly.

yet i must face the consequences
of the things i've done
a gruelling and heineous crime
of loving ang killing the one i love.


16 November 2007