We all hurt once in awhile
Maybe all the time.
Parents don’t Listen
Forgot how it was.
Isolated while in crowds.
Invisible in a the spotlight.
Another pain in a spiral notebook.
one more fight with those you love.
More regrets to remember.
Focus has seemed to have lost you
Happiness got lost in the mail.
Love passes you by countless times.
Can’t recall the last meaningful kiss
Knifes struck through the spine.
Broken hearts in your wake.
Notions that everyone will fade way.
Every present becomes a memory.
Memories is all we really have.
Thus the good ones are treasures
lost at sea
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
