There are so many memories
In my past that insist
To forever haunt my mind
With things that don’t exist
There are things in my past
I wish to forever forget
But still they replay over
In shadows they lurk and sit
Despite the happiness I feel
They refuse to go away
They continue to nag and pull
On my mind, everyday
I avoid sleep like the plague
For fear of the nightmares
That continue to play themselves
Yet, my eyes reflect the mirrors
I continue to be someone
That I only pretend to be
Yet somehow no matter what I do
That person is still me
Tilla Ophelia Marsh
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