Past haunting, the price of life.

For what it’s worth,
My love was present.

For what it mattered,
My mind was healed.

A promise given,
A word ushered, yet in the center,
A heart mended,
Soul lost and a mind awoken.

Life has a measure,
Which we ignore,
A cruel laughter and a twisted sense of humor.

Yet in its mocking, a bliss of wisdom awaits, for those who dare to listen.

Stop. Close your eyes and open your heart.
The truth is present.
Time flows as the bone rots,
Past haunting and unforgiving,
The future by you is fought, not given.

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