When each night arrives, dreams haunt
remembering a past no one can change.
The mind is relentless with each flaunt
faces never seem to fade or turn strange.
I want to eventually move on, I really do
As my brain can be stubborn as myself.
It just refuses to let even one memory go
maybe moved to storage on a high shelf.
Bad thoughts seem to linger on for days
while positive moments are gone in a flash.
A mind can mess you up in so many ways
that all you want is to make a mad dash.
In the end, looking back doesn't help anyone
just let go of this drama and try to have fun!
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoesíaA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
