The Past Poem by Platini Sagoe

I feel the hurt.
I fight the tears.
Thoughts of breaking down.
Depression? Panic attack? Anxiety?
I don't know these words.
The fighter fights till his last breath.
Alone?
That's all we've been our entire life.
Break a tear, let a cry, whisper to the air.
It does feel good.
It does swing the mood.
Protect the core; it's all that holds.
Brave the dark.
Keep the spark.
Tomorrow is forever; yesterday was never
The smile fades, deep lines remain
The past is a stain