Past, Present, Fututre Poem by ezzabell fanning

the past in life always disturbing
a spiral staircase moving down into oblivion
for my state of mind is not at ease
full of insecurities.

the right path that leads to calmness eludes me
i do not see what others see
a straight path full of serenity
a present bliss that could be.

walking down the aisle of thought
wishing i can see what might be
i cannot change the state of past
my only power is to wait for what shall be.


{i have no idea wat i jz wrote. bear with me.}