(original poetry about the past) you’ll strive with all your might, to cast the past out of your sight, to bury it deep, to leave it gone, yet still, it lingers moving on. no matter how you push or fight, it always creeps back into every night, a shadow in your deepest thought, within a memory that can’t be caught. why even try, when it won’t fade? a ghost that haunts, a price you’ve paid, the past will follow, never stray, a part of you that is here to stay forever. stop trying to run from that ache when each step forward causes another mistake. #thepast ❤️