The Past Haunts Poem by RIC BASTASA

the past haunts
like poems on repose

do not read them again
but you are not following

your heart bleeds again
and they will have more time laughing

you go back to places of pain
and lick your wounds again

this is your ritual year after year
back to pain again

oh, i see, i know, i get the point
you gain the strength, learning the lessons

of your failures
rising back from where you are falling

nothing kills you
all these are here again, i see, i know

always making you stronger.