My poems

Conflicted

You're stuck between two moving worlds
The familiar and the unknown
You shift without even realizing it
Like a sailor pining for home
The flashbacks haunt you constantly
The feelings that creep and seep
Memories so alive and fresh
That reach and sting so deep
And the present form is changing
The past has vaporized
What you see is now an illusion
Disappearing before your eyes
Your mind tells you that it's over
That it's time to be moving on
But your soul is screaming inside of you
Of all that's horribly wrong
So you live a conflicted being
Torn and limping past
Your shadows ever following you
And you wonder how you'll last