Past tense

 I used to live
In the past tense
In a tense past
And a past so dense
I've got many sins
But since then
I've lived alone
Among my kin
A knight and a king
A peasant as well
Pleasantries dictated
That I act well
Even when I'm not
Because it bothers people
To see that I'm not
And in reality this past year
Has torn me apart
But it forgot
To make me anew
I've seen all my fears
Become realized
All the wars I fought
Have made me a fool
I lost those closest
Became a failure, too
A worthless being
Among all of you
So in the past tense
I wished I was referred to
In the past tense
But with a past so tense
I can't imagine
What I did intend
To do with my life
Once I reached this point
I always thought
That I'd be dead
I imagined it would be
My time
I imagined I'd never have
Survived
But here I am
Here I stand
On two feet
Alone, hopeless and forlorn
Unsure where to go
The path forwards is unclear
The path backwards is not even there
For you can't go back
To the past tense
And live there
It's not really fair
But that is life
I wish you all
A happy life
And a good new year
Mine will be awful
But I will strive
To lose all my strife
And exit my sphere

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