There’s, NOTHING There

But, Something Felt Stuck Within

As Tomorrow Managed to, Digest Away Today

like this???  Not my photograph…

The Running Pork of Yesterday, Stuck in the Throat

The Countless Number of the Pieces of the Past

what it’d felt, and looked like, NOT my photo…

Growled Loudly Inside the Stomach

Doesn’t Come Back Up, Nor Gets Swallowed Back Down

But, the Heartburn Persisted

Needing the Person to Carry on

So, that, is what it feels like, everything that’s happened up to this point had, become, what makes you into who you are, and, there’s NO way, you can, rid yourselves of ANY single part of your pasts, because, that would take away from who you are right now.