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Literature Text
December 15th, 2020
XII.XV.MMXX
2206-2212
If the pain of the past
Would stop screaming
And burning through
My veins…
Then the present
Would not retreat
From my clawing
And desperate form.
But it cackles maniacally
As I drag myself
Through the mud
Born from salted tears.
Craters of misery
Litter the battlefield
Like the desolate surface
Of the lonely moon.
The future unobtainable
For I cannot achieve the present
Lost like an echo
In a cavernous void.
But I grit my teeth
And bite the bullet
As I trudge through this
Broken landscape.
Though the past
Lingers like a shadow
Singing upon the breeze
That brings shivers.
I will not drown
In the tears of melancholy
For this existence is suffering
And seeing the beauty.
Struggle on and embrace
This clammy grasp
That seeks to pull you under
Into that mass grave.
Yet fade away not
Into that hollow ground,
Kick and scream
Whilst dragging thyself forward.
For the present is fleeting
And flying ever onwards
Into that future
Of weary past.
