Venom

A short poem about how sometimes our past still affects our present, even when we don't want it to.

There were moments in his life that recollections of the past came to the forefront of his thoughts, and created darkness within the light of his soul. There were days when that darkness seemed stronger than the light. What he found is that the darkness of his past could only poison his present if he allowed it. Rather than allow said poison to seep into himself he found love, and with it the antidote to the venom. 

Author's Note

I'm trying to start writing again. Feedback is appreciated! Thanks! :)