as I pull back the curtains,
my past comes flooding in
the pain, the misery, the grief
screams out and controls
every muscle in my body.
I try to pull the curtain back,
the fear of the past too much.
I find I cannot,
no matter how hard I pull.
my heart rate rising,
my palms sweating as my grip tightens,
desperate to hold on
before I collapse
the shadows sucking out my soul.
I can't move anymore,
and I'm slowly blacking out
as the torment continues to haunt
the cries for help
unheard.
the negativity
what was once blocked
by the shadow of a curtain
is now taking over.
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hmm. what do you all think of this?
YOU ARE READING
inconspicuous
Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
