The past is eating at me
The present is full of void
The future's full of promise
And dangers to avoid
The yesterday is torturing
The today is full of void
Tomorrow is just featuring
The Anger to exploit
The love is full of promises
The pain is of fulfilment
And life is full of premises
With no accomplishment
Seasoned poem
© Copyright: Томас Кромвель, 2010
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