Past

and suddenly, my rage is limp
toss me in a shallow grave
throw the dirt on my face
you want the past in the past
my dear as you wish, or at least
I'll grant your request
but don't be surprised when the world
bites you in the ass
if there's anything I've learned it's this
no matter how much you scream, run, hide or plead
how hard you try to forget
Everything comes full circle
and will be remembered
perhaps I'm a masochist
my preference is to keep the wounds fresh
I've a tendency to repeat mistakes
If I'm not looking at the marks they make