Poem #31
The present is a burden, not a gift.
The future is too worrisome to think through.
It's like her life suffered a huge time shift.
The past is the most comfortable place to go to.
The present is too tiring.
Her energy is expiring.
The future is forgettable.
That information is inaccessible.
The past is where wishes came true.
And it's where hell didn't break loose.
- More to come....
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