Past Obsessed

I'm obsessed with my past.

Was it a blessing or a curse to question the vast?

This quest is a farce like weapons pressed against my chest that threaten my heart.

There's a lesson in art, when you have a message to address a transgression, you strengthen the spark.

I have a sentence that mentions the essence like a reference to transcend the dark.

First hand like I'm the first to depart.

The worst is the hurt when they bark like the words turn my head into a shark.

I got to learn what's said and understand what is dead is the past.

What is there when you ask, what is there when you task is never there when you grasp.

What is there is the past.