The Monster Of Past Poem by Rosalita Fern

The monster of past haunts me
He invades my sleep
And haunts my days
The monster of past wont leave
Forever weighing my sholders down
Most have it ease after a year or two
Mine stays
Forever here
I try and drown out the shouting he does
But the most beautiful of sounds is overcast by the scretching he does
The most amazing sights blurred by his mist
The most wonderful scents marred by his smell
The monster of past is here
He reads this
Haunting
Breathing
Listening
I wish and pray he goes away
Only he captures them and distroy their path.
One Day
One day he will go.
Untill then i keep wishing for that one break.
The one minute of ease
Until then
The monster of my past
stays to haunt my every thought.