Lost In The Past Life Poem by Vanesa Rabic

In this time of despair, we are deciding to call the name, the forbidden name of the wind, to carry off all our blames and sins.
But something changed from the last time.
That name is not on our side any more.
Evil shadows of the moon taking over the power of nature and all human kind.
We are having sleep too long and now we became slaves of the past life.
The past in our minds will become so real picture in the mirror.
If we could look at that mirror, we could see the ashes of our lost chance.
We captured behind the black doors and strength of evil does not let us to be free.
Forever we are lost, lost in the past life.