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These Days Hath Past
Started 1/31/09
Finished 1/31/09
Here I sit, amid the rays
Of the sun's shining–
Of past days
That had nought to bring.
The rays fall across my chest
As if they try, earnestly
To put my body to rest.
But no matter–
Rest it will not–
For the bad things
That past days have brought.
That's not to say,
Chiefly or not,
That the only way,
These days hath me brought,
Was for the worse–
'Twas often the better–
But over the course of time,
They've become such a fetter.
These days hath past
Were filled with doubt,
And they have cast,
Upon my route,
More doubt,
For the days of my past
Were not merely luck,
Or the will of Bast,
But things I hath chosen–
'Tis my own path.
And this path chosen
By my past self, not I,
Goes places I want not,
For they bring misery.
And these things I hath chosen,
While sober or not,
Have brought upon me more days
I wanted not.
And while I sit under this tree,
Which has sheltered me
During times of trouble
And during times of despair
Of remembering those days,
Which are why I went here,
And quite honestly ask,
"Why me?"
I realize I should ask myself,
And not He.
And so rest I shall not,
I realized with glee,
For I have myself to blame,
And not He.
Started 1/31/09
Finished 1/31/09
Here I sit, amid the rays
Of the sun's shining–
Of past days
That had nought to bring.
The rays fall across my chest
As if they try, earnestly
To put my body to rest.
But no matter–
Rest it will not–
For the bad things
That past days have brought.
That's not to say,
Chiefly or not,
That the only way,
These days hath me brought,
Was for the worse–
'Twas often the better–
But over the course of time,
They've become such a fetter.
These days hath past
Were filled with doubt,
And they have cast,
Upon my route,
More doubt,
For the days of my past
Were not merely luck,
Or the will of Bast,
But things I hath chosen–
'Tis my own path.
And this path chosen
By my past self, not I,
Goes places I want not,
For they bring misery.
And these things I hath chosen,
While sober or not,
Have brought upon me more days
I wanted not.
And while I sit under this tree,
Which has sheltered me
During times of trouble
And during times of despair
Of remembering those days,
Which are why I went here,
And quite honestly ask,
"Why me?"
I realize I should ask myself,
And not He.
And so rest I shall not,
I realized with glee,
For I have myself to blame,
And not He.
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First off... I have no clue what category this belongs in, so whatever.
I wrote this 1/31/09, as it says in it. I'm posting it on my dA cause I think it's moderately good.
~Jack
(It's a long one! =] )
I wrote this 1/31/09, as it says in it. I'm posting it on my dA cause I think it's moderately good.
~Jack
(It's a long one! =] )
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i think i told you this when you first showed me it, but i love it
(haha, its a long one )
(haha, its a long one )