Slivers Of The PastA Poem by Rogerh My past always seems to haunt me. Slivers Of The Past Slivers of the past under my nails Pain brought forth with each fail Haunting me like Freddy in my dreams Unrealistic goals splitting at the seams Cried tears I should and shouldn't have cried Falling through a window, time to fly More behind me than before me I cannot last Dashed hopes upon the riptides of my past
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RogerhEl Paso, TXAboutI was thrown into this world before the internet or cell phones made this world much smaller. I became another part of a poor but somewhat loving family that lived in Brookhaven Mississippi. Times wer.. more..Writing
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