A Fading Memory
A present lived in the past
the existence chaotic and rough.
An exit found to leave unscathed
when enough was finally enough.
Time moves forward as it does
with barely a thought to then.
Until the past rears its ugly head
and slaps you in the face again.
The Past speaks, stirring my confusion.
This communication was not sought.
The intent to shatter well-earned peace
to the forefront has been brought.
To suck you in, the Past does try
not knowing its battle already lost.
The information given matters not.
Without relevance, it won’t be given any thought.
Quickly on its way, the Past is sent packing.
No foothold here, will it find.
That existence, already lived through once,
just a fading memory buried deep within my mind.
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