Times Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

Past,
is the suffering,
of all your past actions,
the voices of the past,
they will come for you,
trying to reveal the truth,
the truth of your past.

You'll find in there,
the worst or better part of you.


Present,
it's a gift,
you'll decide what to do with it,
you'll decide if you make your future better,
worst,
the same.

Future,
it's the mistery,
it's full of mist.

Behind all that mist,
you'll find,
the death,
opening the gates,
to a better place.