My future is captive of my
past
Across each day a dark shadow
cast
If I could erase things of
yesteryear
To gain a future bright and
clear
Darts of gossip by tongue are
hurled
Evil thoughts at me
unfurled
Carried by the mouths unrelenting
condemning wind
To make me live my past over
again
Like scavenging vultures looking
for prey
With beak and talon strip flesh
away
Herbert Dry
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The picture was perfectly painted. Forgettable past, horrific now, and a bleak future. Well done. Please review my poem 'The Empress Of My Heart'