The Past Poem by Cody Smith

The Past



Darkness and evil swirling around my
Demise in this silent abyss,
And the demons of my dreams
Come back to haunt me as I sleep.
My life is Hell.
I live in the constant tourturing
Of my soul. The ghosts of
My past taunting me as I sleep.
And it shall continue on until I am
Reunited with my loved ones I lost
Long ago.

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