Stuck in the Past

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Stuck in the Past

Myself, I see as a victim from the past

As a bearer of memories that forever will last

I’m currently stuck in the moment from yesterday

Hung-over about things that never did stay.

As memories flash my eyes start to flood

He took everything away, why did You do it, God?

Regret is just as painful as death

Every second, wishing the impossible under my breath.

How could I have afforded to make such a mistake?

Why didn’t You give me a chance or even a break?

I’m only human and I’m too clueless at times

Too dense am I to have committed such a crime.

I want to create a time machine for myself

I’d go back in time; I’ll throw away all these wealth

Sweat and tears are nothing if they won’t bring back

The people I lost and the memories that I lack.

I wish I could have told them everything

How they made me feel—how they stopped me from crying

How can I dare tell them right now?

They’re already gone and God won’t allow.

Moving on is a hard thing to do

Especially if they left so much to remember for you

The laughter, the fun, oh I wish you were here

Your presence gave such a warm atmosphere.

The essence of nostalgia fills my eyes

Yet nothing will change even if I cry

I take back every bad thing I said

So why don’t you come back and hug me instead?

I wish I told you how much I loved you

I wish I apologized for everything too

Unspoken words converted into tears

I really miss my departed dears.

Life is not fair, life goes that way

God gives me someone then takes him away

My old heart is stuck in the past

Somewhere in time, in the spell that I’ve cast.

If you want no regrets then say what you feel

Before those people go, try to be real

Tell them you’re thankful, that you love them to death

Then hug them and kiss them until their last breath.

People only realize how precious something is

Until they lose it—until they feel like they miss

Never waste a day ignoring your loved ones

For you will never know when their time will come.

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