My Great Demise Poem by Sarah Sisson

Too Many Times I have found myself ashamed.
That was my demise.

Why then do I relish a part of those days?
They were filled with a healthy amount of glory.

I had the sweet along with my tart ways.
I had the cliff hangers and the fun.

These are the times I wish to come back.
If only I could pick and choose; go back in time.

The future is in front of me...yet my past
is not yet where it belongs.

I am consumed with not what but when...
Could thins be natural? A common bond?

Is this the reason we are not stress free?
Could my glorious portions of past cause....

...this great demise?

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