Past

I tried to escape from the clutches of my past,

Which had held me as a prisoner,

In my own mind.

My soul yearned to break free,

From all the chains of gloom,

Of misery and of ages of uncertainty.

It desired to float in ecstacy,

In bliss of utter freedom.

My heart wished to cast away,

The ugly mask of doom and fear.

But my mind never sought this.

It continued to be distracted,

Too drowned in it's own fallacies

Of those mistakes of the past.

My last seemed to be tied to my mind,

Like a stone to a body,

Drowning in the dark waters,

Splashing in it desperately,

To live,

To breathe.

With the stone pulling it within to drown,

Deep.