Never truly gone,
Only a hazy memory, keeping us
Stuck in time,
Trying to move on, one foot forward
And one still behind.
Longing for things bygone, their
Graves already dug and
In their coffins now.
All that's left is that feeling.
update: this poem won second place for the contest!
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Poetrybursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
