Silence falls across the room,
The lights start to flicker,
There is a sudden feeling of doom.
The door gets slammed down,
All I hear is a monstrous cry.
What I see is not a clown,
But what I know I will deny.
I know it is there in the doorway,
But all I think is: 'It can't be.'
I believe in what I say:
'Someone's fooling me! '
That monster looks a lot like me,
But full of anger and pain,
The opposite of who I want to be.
If that's my future,
I have to do the best I can.
I have to find a cure,
To not become that monstrous man.
I have to make the past,
Only a memory, so pure.
Release the anger and do it fast,
My past may not rule my future!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Past may not rule the future. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.