the past is back

I tried my best to choose what is right
And set aside my feelings as hard as I might
All along I believed it to be fine
Only to find that I don’t hold what is mine

I thought about it a hundred times
I closed my eyes and feel the rhymes
Each line on the poem left me a mark
Remembering the flaw that was so stark

Mistake, error, slip or blunder
It hit me hard just like thunder
What am I to do to escape the misery?
The terror of hate and agony

(Oversight)

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