I plead for past moments not to haunt,
but they stand there and they taunt
like ghosts of old, they hang there gaunt.
Some in pain and some in fear.
I do shed so many a tear
now my dreams will never be clear.
of all that I see in the day,
sometimes there is nothing to say
accept to the psychologist who listens, and then
I have to think of them and be zen
as the time it takes
to hit the breaks. The time will be to long tis' time
I hit a wall
and that's not all
I breath in death and stall
for my body is ready
my mind is steady
come and claim me death.
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