First draft
A shadow from the past is creeping out
A shallow hourglass
as the days pass i count
How did we get here?
reasons left unclear
Memories held so dear
Let them drift away.
I just need to be free
of these guilty memories
All the weigh i hold
is crushing me
an inablitly
to release
what a disease
you have nothing to apologize for
thank you for everything.
Completely revised
A prophetic assumption
A lesson learned in corruption
A shadow from the past is creeping out
A shallow hour glass, as the days pass i count
A Flame to the candle
A Fire in the eyes
A Blade to the knife
Blood in the skies
Things aint been the same, since you painted the town grey
Thats okay, cos things havent really changed
You speak about blood in the streets
reality is closer than you think
violence like silence spread
across a guilty sea
there is no bargain plea
pay back, restitution we seek
sorrow you have sown
fruitition is at its peak
a coldness rising from the floor
close your blinds and lock your door
a darkness setting in
lie down and pretend you dont exist
forget not the wisdom of old
these things have been fortold
David Sabo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shadow-from-the-past/
