Creature of the past
Nothing to look forward to,
So much to look back at;
Past rosy, present blue,
And future blank.
I am becoming
A creature of the past.
Searching for answers
To question that haunt me still,
In the past of my memories.
Searching for myself
Someone who used be,
But got lost
Somewhere, sometime…
Nostalgia for a time
When I was alive,
And used to live;
Now I only exist,
Breathing,moving,
A gray mannequin,
An imitation of life.
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