Dead Hand of the Past

A Poem by Anonymous

A five verse poem with a rhyme scheme of ABAB.

I look back and see my twisted road,
A reminder of my horrible past now left behind.
It seems that some stories are better left untold,
But what I did to you is burned into my mind.

A wicked dark past haunted by my inner demon,
I can struggle to forget it but there's no point,
Because my guilt is always clawing from within,
And that weakens my body and mind which are no longer joint.

I would trade everything I ever owned,
You know I'd give you my life if you wanted that.
The way I left your life cut and postponed,
Well it's caused me to fail and fall flat.

I never meant to betray you to save myself,
But my mind was clouded by poor judgement.
Now you rolled with the cards I dealt and damned yourself,
To save me from a little bit of torment.

Enjoy your time wherever it may be,
Because where you have gone I cannot follow.
I loved you so blatantly that any idiot can now see,
That I miss you more than you can imagine and I damned myself to a life of sorrow.

~A