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Looking back
At all that I've been through,
Every thing I've done,
All the games I've lost, or won.
How wild I was,
When youth meant everything.
So blind to Autumn's fall,
When all I saw
Was Spring.
Memories
They tend to have that sting
That seems to reach
Deep into everything.
Every breath,
Every laugh, each tear...
They echo in my mind,
And down through
Every year.
Looking back
At what my life has been,
All the good and bad,
And all I've never had.
Every haunted breath,
And every whispered lie
Catch inside my throat,
As my yesterdays
Slip by.
These scars run deep,
And they only lead to pain.
Every single sigh,
Every single where or why...
And they burn,
When they call me back,
And they mock my every tear,
As though I wasn't even here.
Looking back
Through all the years gone by,
Every wasted day,
Now so far away.
If I had known
All that I could never see,
Would I have understood
All the dark there was in me?
I might have been
A much stronger man,
And a fair bit wiser
Than the foolish one I am.
Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler
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