That summer, I met someone. Past
left behind and yet forgiven.
Slipping into my mind forcing smiles. Past
and still never forgotten
That summer, I wrote something. Past
words within the mind forgotten.
Rhythm and rhyme of a different life. Past
a memory never to be forgiven.
That summer, I left something. Past
meant to be forgotten. Past
cry to be forgiven. Past
remind me of the shredded. Past
Beyond the shame of my forgiveness and past not to be forgotten. That summer, I learned to let go of the past.
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Beyond that Skyline | Poetry
PoesíaA short collection of sad poems from the minds of broken souls trapped in today's reality. A story about mental health told by the voices in my head.
