Poetic Justice

Just playing with the meaning of 'poetic justice'.

Listen to my past life spreading rumours about me.
If you have an ear to hear, do not listen.
Chains of life bringing me down to my knees.
Bread crumbs is all that my lips could reach on the floor.
Hunger was never good company to me,
As a result, appetite was my full time companion.

Feel my pain as my past tries to drag me down.
If you have feelings to spare, do lend me some.
It has stalked me to the point where I believed it was my present.
Happiness was far from my reach.
My heart wasn't far from sadness' reach.
All I saw was a grin spreading across my past's awful face.

Poetry I found in the midst of confusion.
Words rained on my mind and confusion drowned in perfection.
A poem of my new life began to form before my dry eyes.
I tried to look back at my past but felt it under my feet as a pedestal.
Confusion now looks for me in the clouds since my head is now lost in the clouds.

Justice I have been given in the midst of my past.
Look at it swallow its pride, feeding my present with sufficient experience.
Witness it bow down before my future.
Feel the anger radiating from it as its last hour reaches its last second.
Hear the cry of despair as my virtuous present triumphs over my vicious past.