Short Poems

Not here

Finding comfort in the memories,
feeling hope for things yet to exist.
Either the sweet sound of symphonies,
or the bitter feeling of grief.
Not once in the moment,
too busy recalling or fantasizing.
Paying tribute to the absent,
or raising hope on false advertising.
Mostly aching,
never resting.
Harrowing feeling,
although not always consistent.
Can be positive from time to time,
but the damage from both it's persistent

Ever gotten this feeling?
Cringe at the thought of something you said a few minutes ago, maybe hours, days, years...
Or maybe that sick feeling of anxiety when you think of the future. How are you going to react in a certain situation?, or how are you going to reply to a text sent to you hours ago? How the person is going to react? Will they think I'm weird? What about when I meet my partner's family? Will they get a good impression of me? Or will I make a total fool of myself?

If you have, you're not alone. Welcome to my world actually, my daily basis (it's a lovely feeling, ik...) Probably everyone feels like this from time to time, and I'm just being over dramatic. But that is basically how I feel. It's not a good feeling, at all. I'll stop ranting about my stuff now. I hope you enjoyed this short poem, and sorry about the massive paragraphs of me ranting at the end here.