This poem is essentially about the damages that can arise from dwelling in the past. Through focusing on things gone, one loses the ability to appreciate the present and the hope of the future which becomes quite damaging to the persona, mind and so on.
I wasn't sure about this poem and I asked a few whether or not I should keep it but in the end I decided to take a stand for myself and have this poem remain present.
I used the traditional form of alliteration being the same vowel sounds in every other line in each stanza. It was a different style of writing since I prefer concrete rhyme as of late, so I would appreciate a comment with your opinion.
By the way, I am back. Writing has been more affluent in my life though my presence on the internet has not. I hope to try and post more when I can scratch the time together.
Edit: In the tops for Popular Literature! It's been a while.
Edit: Top for 8 Hours on the front page! That's a first!