Things of The Past

No amount of talking
or reflecting back
will ever undo or rewrite
the mistakes that dissolved yesterday
or so long ago

that I can’t even remember
all the details of why
they became what they were
(mistakes of yester-years)
.

Looking back,
that’s all I seem to do.

Thinking about the stories of my life
now carved in unbreakable stone
and apart of who I am
for a reason;

I cannot change
the mistakes I’ve made
no matter how many times
I look back

and try to beat myself down
for having the audacity
to keep repeating certain lessons
over and over again as if

I have lots of blank pages
left in my diary to write
my every wave of endless emotions,
in the moments of my idiotic state of mind
when common sense escapes me.