Living Behind From Past Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Living Behind From Past

I can't believe that the past
has entered unto my backroom door
without having to open
the front door,
I try to escape from the past
but life gives me screenshots
of my past,
Every way I take it opens
my gallery
and display screenshots of my past
without having to ask,
And this image of a smile mask,
For to me life is a task.

Can somebody offer me
a Jersey,
It's cold in here, I can feel it
unto my footsteps,
For life is a reality
we can touch it with our fingertips.
Sometimes I happen
to ask myself that will I escape
from the past.
as my life misery get in touch
with my system
and opens
my gallery and display screenshots
of my past
without having to ask.

Author: Lyricist

Date: October 2019