Hum of static fades— just silence.
I stare locked onto nothing but ahead...
Unfocused and unknown.
Blurry edges,
Mind flooded as so many things go by.
My eyes strain in the recollection of errors,
Fractured reflections refracting regret
Into the darkness of repetition.
Too many problems... the bag stays open.
Clothes stuffed inside like memories I can’t fold neatly.
Her articulation fractures
Through quivering air,
Desperate in whisper to articulate
"Questio".
"I'm just disappointed in me, myself, and I."
That’s all there is.
Everything inside is cracking without a sound
Every time one language barrier is exposed.
Cerebral resistance— paralysis of utterance.
Tears— snarled lips, clenched teeth.
"Sadness is a foreign language...
But disgust, regret...
Those, I understand.
"That I have no one to blame but myself."
It hurts...
No excuses, no crutches,
Just the mirror staring back.
Me, looking back
When I was glaring at a blank piece of paper,
Knowing there were so many things
I could do to it...
Yet creativity wasn’t on my mind.
So many things— yet nothing was on my mind.
"I'm just thinking how so much has happened to me...
and why?"
I could've gone far...
Could've—but now I am...
"Right here, right now..."
Nothing can be done
But to accept the failure in me.
Leaving isn’t the escape...
it’s just the next thing.
Words don’t come easy
when I'm trying to hold in everything else.
This is something else.
A thing that doesn’t know limits,
That twists deeper than just pain.
I'm tired of seeing the same dull-eyes...
Worn, Depressed, dizzy face.
I want "The Next Thing".
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Author:
Softens (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2025 13:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Look, nobody wins by holding a grudge. It doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t fix the hurt. It just keeps you stuck in something that’s already over. And you’re the one carrying it—not them, just you. Grudges don’t always feel like anger. Sometimes, they feel like sadness, like regret. They replay in your head, twisting what really happened, making it feel bigger than it was. But does holding onto it help? Does it give you anything? No—it just makes the pain last longer. At some point, you have to ask yourself: is this grudge doing anything for me? Because keeping it won’t bring justice, it won’t undo the past, and it won’t make you feel better. Regret is proof you’ve grown. A grudge stops you from moving forward. You don’t have to forgive for them—you forgive for you. Because you deserve peace more than you deserve to stay stuck in what hurts you.
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Comments2
A poem of truth that those feelings that you hold only effect you no one else. Nicely written
thank you and glad you read my poems!
A very honest write that hanging on to the grudges will only ever effect you, nicely written
Thank you!
You are very welcome
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