Mistress of Past

It's there every morning when I awake,
And consumes my dreams when I’m asleep;
Dwelling in the dark crevices of my mind,
It's loyal and harsh, it's the mistress of past
When I feel I’ve given all I have to give,
And I’ve taken back my power and control,
Then, it comes along wanting even more;
From past misdeeds that I long to forget,
I can’t run nor hide from its beck and call,
For, it knows I can’t refuse its demands,
I cringe at it with such contempt and hate;
It owns me and I know it, mistress of past