All the things she said
are running through my head,
bouncing back and fourth,
reminding me I can't escape my stead.
A visitor that will never leave;
impulsive memories that will never leave my head.
I wish I could forget
all the things she said,
words like a corset,
suffocating and only to
be taken off by a friend.
A ghost of my past,
that will never pass.
statements repeating themselves,
reminding of me of the cast
I have formed to protect myself,
from the words that slipped their lips into my
now bed-ridden head
YOU ARE READING
Just random stream of thoughts
Poetrymy exploration of poetry and perhaps short stories? I'll write all forms of poetry, but mostly free verse and haiku's because that's what I'm currently most familiar with! ; ) Enjoy!
