Graveyard of Thoughts Poem, by Mary73223, at My poetic side

My body, a decrepit monument of what could have been

of what should have been

Of what might have been

if maybe just maybe

had I protected my body the way I guard my heart

My Mind a graveyard

rows and columns of

Pre dug holes, and tombstones of trauma

Reminding me of what has been

When the thoughts are too much, I lie in a shallow grave

My memories invading

forcing me to remember the past,

I ask myself what would have been had you protected me

Help me grow, like you were supposes to

Instead, you used My innocence against me

My past burying me deeper in horror

Maybe, if I dig myself up, I won't be afraid to be alive.

Comments +

orchidee June 23rd, 2021 01:53
Was you alive? Is you alive?! heehee.
dusk arising June 23rd, 2021 02:09
Sad tale of a soul destroyed by mistreatment wondering if they can repair themself. A good read.

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