Stuck in the Past
It’s always late at night when my heart starts to bleed.
There’s no point in trying, I never get any sleep.
Versus battle going, this ones quite insane.
Me against myself, we’re stuck down memory lane.
Life is moving on, but when my heart was shattered?
The pieces went flying, spaciously scattered.
I couldn’t find them all so they’re stuck where they fell.
That’s why my mind consistently revisits hell.
That’s the last place and time I had a whole heart.
For the first time my heart stopped, from there’s where it starts.
I’m not choosing to live in the past.
Just to revisit when my heart was whole last.
Posted Jan 25, 2022, 7:32 PM UTC
Your word play is great, i like how easy it flows from one word to another and toward the ending I like how you started to use imagery so i could really see and feel that feeling of longing
Thank you your words. I’m glad you could relate to my poem.