In the corner all alone
creeps the sound that few know.
A whisper of a past life that you barely hear
coming to you right to your ear.
Quietly sitting in the dark
the are around you makes it's mark.
You try to come out it no matter what
and say "Hi" to the nearest person but
you're met with the feeling of regret
when you realize it's actually someone you've met.
See them walking by with smiles and laughs
as you sit there thinking of how to counter the past.
Your throat closes to the point of hellish pain
and it forces your tears to cry like a drizzled rain.
The sound is now around and nudging you
to keep the sun away and the sky misty blue.
Come into my arms and we'll sit this out together
while showing that no emotion can harm us forever.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
