The Past Will Never Last

By Zaza Donna

I remember many, many moons ago,

when I had no place to go.

Everyone I used to know,

suddenly perished a long time ago.

Many nights I wonder,

what would it be like to be in that plunder?

All the drugs, sex, and diseases,

I don't know who I thought it pleases.

Many times, I realized,

that it was me being characterized.

I try not to be minimized.

But when I look into my eyes,