Self Poem by NAME SURNAME

Self

Dear me from the undying future,
Between us lies a spy mirror
Partitioning the space and the time.
You spectate my dilapidated life.

I seek vision beyond the frontier of present.
That is fully ‘gainst the Will of Heaven.
The reveal of fate smashes the will to stay.
Must I resist what nature will ordain.

For I can control nary a thing,
I shall have you carry my thinking.
Rend your brand-new epiphany apart.
Mold you into what I was in the start!

Life's a dimming bonfire
To which one feeds achievements and blood
Till the striver's ember expires.
Let's see how much success offers to combust.

In rapture, you shan't forget
The past is never dead.
The past will follow you to the end
Akin to eczema in our hand.

Please take the plea,
I implore.
Yours wickedly,
You of yore

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My life leads me to think fate is cruel. Ergo, I won't tolerate my future self to be blinded by joy of transient successes. And there is only one way for a past mind to take over the future one: Letter to yourself.
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