Present Drag

The past is ever present now
I try to escape, but it drags me down
like a dog, it’s a fog over my brain
pain covering my face
a haze
I wish it would fade
but it clings tightly to me

It’s always there on my back
Just drag drag-drag-dragging
at my intentions
and holding my future out of reach
where I cannot touch
no matter how much
I crave to be set free
I’m caged by my own history

It’s a ghost
I know all too well
My own personal host from hell
that stems from within
Bleeds me dry
and then calls me friend
a tour guide of misery
that’s tearing twine
tearing up my eyes

It doesn’t matter if I cry
It’s never going to get better
it’s all a lie
maybe if I just give into this melancholy
It would leave me be-be-be

Instead it’s always in my head
pounding down my thoughts
a demented demon
ordering up a high cost
over-paid and loves his job
He keeps me lost in this pathetic maze
he made to keep me weeping behind this iron hurt
Burning up my hope, my life
with his worthless ways

Cigarettes he smokes
He’s a cancer in my core
I gave him my soul, and still he wanted more
I don’t know


Helene M. Chu

©2002

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