Lingering echoes
Carry through, straight trough
Bouncing of the walls
In the maze of a mind.
And not a minute goes by,
Where this mind does not fall
Into that old vice, that old habit
That I am trying to...need to break
trying to delete it
You can delete the messages
The pictures
A number
But so much still remains
I ran with her
into myself,
a disastrous hazardous mountain.
She aided me in a climb
But now I need to trust myself
I need to remember
Her daggers of words
Toxicity, self-resentment
Reminders of the pain
she was in,
And the pain that
remains for you
Her pain hurt you more
Then your fall from the peak
Minutes go by
the only thing in my mind
Each minute ticks
Each second makes me sick
My heart has dropped into
My stomach.
As it is being digested, by the acid
It lingers, but can't be grasped
Echoes cannot be heard
Either way it's over
Neither way can be
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Transfiguration: A Short Collection of Poems
PoezjaCollection of Poems, about a girl, and my feelings towards her. The Classic mushy gushy stuff, but hey whats wrong with that? I would love some critiques about these poems, and the sequence in which they appear. Though not written in any particular...
