Two years gone, I’m back here
A memory I can never steer
The wreckage of a dream and life
I look down at my arm, the marks of knife
I tried to run away from this
Grief overcame me, you get the jist
It rained that night, it's snowing now
I still hear your voice somehow
Broken body buried in rubble and snow
You should’ve seen how much I’ve grown
Foster wasn’t home
I still feel it in my bones
I was never good enough
“You’re on your own now”, ain’t that tough?
I was nothing, just a kid
She saw fire, she got rid, of me
Newly orphaned at seven
Loneliness is heaven, right?
I only see you in my dreams at night
Stuck as a notion in my head
I wish you were here instead
I know you’re near, but I wish you were here
The sheer weight of the world
Lost a piece of myself
Childhood’s a book, fallen from the shelf
After the woods, I froze to death
After the woods, she damn well left
After the woods, I stopped crying
After the woods, I stopped trying
After the woods, I stopped lying
After the woods, you finished dying
I stand on the footsteps of the home that never was
I stare into the reflection
Joy has gone extinct
I think I might stay here for awhile
Force a smile while mourning my foolish attempt to escape this hell
When she left me, she knew damn well
What she’d be leaving behind
God I hope I remind her of everything she’s put me through
The childhood I lost, it’s all because of you
After the woods, I ran for my life
After the woods, I tried to bury the knife
After the woods, I lost sight
After the woods, I lost any trace of spite
After the woods, I waited for hours
After the woods, I succumbed to your powers
After the woods, I lit the match
After the woods, I swept the ash
After the woods, I buried the body
After the woods, I begged, screaming “sorry”
After the woods, I blamed myself
After the woods, I lost myself
After the woods, I got a grip
After the woods, I fucking slipped
After the woods, I tried to escape
After the woods, I hit the brakes
Back in the woods, I’m bruised and scraped
I guess I have no choice but to stay here forever
You may be in hell, but at least we’ll be together
YOU ARE READING
ONE MORE TIME
PoetryA follow-up to my last poetry collection, One More Time follows feelings of fluctuating temporary peece and recurring sorrows, caused by outside factors, or uncontrollable feelings from within.
