A Moment to Resent
Poem by: SnowJ116
There was a time when life made sence. Life had joy and I didn't live past tense.
I have my moments of clarity, my moments where once again I can see.
I hold on to those moments. I am sane in those simple little moments.
But what good is a memory when we live in the present. How can I remember but not resent.
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