The Past

The past itself is sometimes forgotten
Shaded by the shadows of others
Pushed deep into the ground
With the steps of footprints
Floating peacefully in the wind
Fast forward with time
Never rewinding back to the moments
Colored over with a new pencil
Washed away with a storm
Ripped apart by the hands of an person

That seeks revenge
Kept a secret for only a
Few to know
Covered up like an unsolved crime-

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lexxi_rox said...
Sept. 23, 2014 at 11:43 pm
I love this one I really like your choice of descriptive words :)
ShatteredHeArT replied...
Feb. 7, 2015 at 4:52 pm
ive been gone for some time. But thank you.
Itsme24 said...
Jun. 3, 2014 at 2:50 am
Ok so this is really very good :)
N.M.W.I.T. replied...
Jun. 4, 2014 at 9:31 pm
thank you :)
Hanban12 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2014 at 5:39 pm
I love your imagery in this poem! Your use of metaphors creates pictures so vivid. The concept itself is highly relatable and enchanting; the past is a wonderful topic to write about. My favorite part was: "Colored over with a new pencil, Washed away with a storm..." Beautiful choice of words. Well done with this, keep writing! :)
N.M.W.I.T. replied...
Mar. 5, 2014 at 4:40 pm
Thank you very much
N.M.W.I.T. said...
Oct. 9, 2013 at 6:28 pm
its really good  
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