inescapable echoes:
i run from the shadows behind me,
feet pounding on a road of regret,
but no matter how fast im moving,
the past is faster yet.
i thought i could leave it behind me,
bury it deep, out of sight,
but it whispers in the silence,
and haunts me in the night.
it worms its way back inside me,
creeping through cracks in my soul,
reminding me of what ive lost,
of all ill never hold.
i try to fight its presence,
to block out the echoes of pain,
but the past has a way of lingering,
like an unshakeable stain.
i push it down, try to forget,
pretend its gone, that im free,
but it rises up like a phantom,
and wont stop chasing me.
im trapped in this endless cycle,
no matter how far i run,
the past is a shadow that follows,
blocking out the sun.
so i endure its heavy presence,
let it weigh on my chest,
ive learned to live with the burden,
though it robs me of rest.
i wish i could sever the tether,
and break from its relentless grip,
but the past is a chain that binds me,
that i cant seem to slip.
so i keep on running in circles,
hoping for a reprieve,
but the past is a part of my present,
a fate i cannot leave.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
