Bad Blood

The past is a frightening thing,

because of all the pain it can bring.

It haunts you in your sleep,

constantly making you cry.

 

All your laughter fades,

the light turns to grey shades.

Everything that once was,

is all you will ever know.

 

The bad blood is coursing through your veins,

leaving brand new, unwashable stains.

It is eliminating all hopes and desires,

eradicating all your chances of survival.

 

Misery is a new companion,

bringing along with it other hellions.

Depression, anxiety and anger,

emotions destroy your thoughts and mind.

 

Things that shouldn't matter any longer,

all at once come back ten times stronger.

Past experiences cloud your judgment,

they are all you can ever think about.

 

This bad blood is corrupting,

the calm it is disrupting.

You don't have time to fight it,

to awake from the never ending fall.

 

You begin to fight a pointless war,

one that eats away at your core.

Failure at this task is inevitable,

at last you give in to its will.

 

All you can see now is the end,

you give up one yourself, no longer defend.

Left to the devices of your past,

it disintegrates your very being.

 

Bad blood is all you will ever know,

and eventually it starts to show.

You are slowly fading,

and eventually are left alone.

 

Thick and unrelenting,

the bad blood tears at your soul.

It enters into your heart,

and devours you whole.

Author's Note

Got the idea for this poem from this lovely character, Sangeetha! Thank you for the inspiration. You should take a look at their work at http://www.writerscafe.org/Creativebox

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sometimes the past haunts our current actions and we don't even realize it. Well written.

[Obscured by the Shadows]

Thank you.