This is a little poem i wrote a little while ago, i like it. Its called past
The rain pounds down
Ghosts are all around
Memory’s from another life,
Bodies and the bloody knife.
Alone, afraid and unwanted.
Yes I was daunted.
Running from the world
A whole new one unfurled.
A second birth
Things I can’t unearth.
Memory’s hidden deep.
Only remembered in my
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