Poem : Past

Past

Past.

Does it hurt?
Past.

Is it still bleeding?

Past.

It’s gone.

Past.

Never to come back.

But.

The scars are here;  

Some heal easily,

But the others just won’t heal.

Past.

About how silly I was.

About how stupid I was.

And the probability of ‘still’.

Past.

Some are like ghost;

They keep you haunted,

Afraid to take another step.

Past.

Future.

Present.

Me.

~swt”~