ExistentialSarah

I dont believe in Ghosts

 

I Breath in,

 

Each breath like a second chance

and exhale regret.

 

I wont live in this constant state of trying to forget because

it happened.

I Derrive Denial , feeding off what could still be if I cling hard enough to unreality

But No!

 

Let it go.

The present is my only company and to reach for the past is like expecting an embrace from a ghost.

Comments2

  • a__pott

    Needed to read this right now. interesting how your poem had a way of finding me. Thank you.

  • Poetic Dan

    Wow.....



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