Past and Present

Tue, 11/25/2014 - 22:49 -- lindsay

Past becomes present,

future never comes.

 

Hurt’s fingers grasp deep within.

What’s life without a little pain?

 

An unseen struggle ensues;

always felt, never seen.

 

“Move forward” they say,

but they refuse understanding.

 

It’s no simple task,

there’s no easy way out.

 

Smile and push through.

Perhaps tomorrow comes.

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