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What went was the past

what went was the past
slid from the hand so fast
and the darkness prevailed
everytime the innocence was assailed
that torture of imaginations
with vilified incantation
felt like an orchard of cactus
an irritant mattress

the time has changed
the esteem was ravaged
soul was now exposed naked
nothing was left to be ashamed
it certainly was the bottom low
any further one could not go
which gave me the courage
but I had to mask this rage