I turn inside of myself – look back into my past -into nothing – the best time in life – barely presentI wish I could go back – tell that nice little boyto be stronger – to be brave – bu I can’the had his chanceI burn – scream – I despair on these thoughts ofthe past – I realize that I had barely livedbut just existed – it’s too late nowand my thoughts feed on this grief – the griefcreates tears that burn my skinunable to ease the pain – I float in hoplessnessfor the time is gone and the boy is a man nowthe end – a beginning for everything flows andwe live to change – live to learnthe future’s still open and to be lived likethe past has been wasted – with hope in my