The Past

Struggle thru the long awaited days
The century like hours
Engrossen in a distorted haze
Denying all that’s left behind
Darkness is seen
Thru blindness in the mind
Dissimillar lives are led by two
Thru separation
Uncovered the truth
Reluctant feelings of skeptical cries
Thru all the pain comes the discovery of life
Seeking refuge in his usual way
Volatile behavior subject to change
Enslaved by her touch and freed by her chains
Bittersweet are the running tears
Falling just like the rain
Trying to recreate
What you can’t duplicate
Past tense what you used to have
Only reminders of the past