Walking through all these past memories
My heart aches and my chest is tight
I'm fighting the tears
And I'm running out of years
Walking through all these past memories
My nose runs and my head is cold
I'm shivering and the chills make my pulse race
It's no longer a thrill to be in this place
Walking through all these past memories
My feet hurt with recollections of thorns and my fingers twitch
I can feel the ghosting of rain on skin
I wish I could be in that time again
Walking through all these past memories
My skin is clammy and my makeup is running
I remember what fun we had
WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT SO BAD?
Walking through all these past memories
My chest heaves up and down and I'm getting louder
I can't do this any longer
Pain hasn't made me any stronger
Walking through all these past memories
It's a miracle I'm still breathing.
- Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 4th, 2016 18:08
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 10
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