The past has a funny way

of becoming the future you never wanted

mainly because you tend to stay

stuck in the hell seared on your brain.

If only there were a way

to escape the prison you’ve created

then maybe I would be obliged to stay,

but your hell is not my future.

© Autumn Siders 2014

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