You ask me to put my past behind me / but the past is all I have / I carry nothing of your alluring future / the known is all there is / the tapping of tired toes across hazy dusty floorboards / the yanking of rusty chains and boys crying wolf / gingerbread men and sickly treacle tarts / I need no other future than the one that has come to pass.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.