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Writer's pictureAlixx Black

MHA Poem 13: Regression

REGRESSION

Nothing succeeds like success… -Alexandre Dumas

One year ago.

One year ago, the man that I was is a stranger to me,

He was desperate for attention and acted in ways that were shameful!

That man hurt others for show and made drama akin to a production;

he chased hit to hit while breaking the psychological bones of everyone around him.

But that was one year ago, and that man is a stranger to me.

One month ago.

One month ago, the man that I was is a glimmering ideal of who I should be,

he was following the steps and keeping a schedule and doing everything just right!

That man was doing good for the people around him and making amends;

he wanted for true change in his life while doing all of the hard work to achieve it.

But that was one month ago, and that man is a glimmering ideal of who I wanted to be.

One week ago.

One week ago, the man that I was is a shadow from my past chasing my future,

he was tempting me with trips down memory lane and back alleys to buy an escape!

That man was whispering my sins in husky tones from the back of my throat and mind.

But that was one week ago, and that man was a shadow of my past chasing my future.

One day ago.

One day ago, the man that I was is the man I will forever be because I cannot stop,

he was a reminder of who I would always be because this was the path I chose long ago!

That man isn’t a reflection of my past but rather the fortune teller of my forever.

But that was one day ago, and he is the man I will forever be because I cannot stop.

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