The past is a shadow
you can never outrun.
Even if you stay out of the sun.
All your sins and deeds
leave an indelible mark,
that silhouettes you even in the dark.
All your secrets
Are cast into the light,
Like poisoned petals.
Your regrets are all the songs,
You’ve forgotten how to sing.
The future is a chasm
You can never quite span.
Even with the most precise of plan.
All your hopes and dreams
Are crushed into dust.
Your heart, unfulfilled, it lies in rust.
All your wishes
Are alone in the night
Like hard-won medals.
Your desires are all the songs,
You still know how to sing.
Oh Look!
I’ve strayed into the sunshine!
© M.H.
Marc's poetry and musings 