Subtle were your sins in years past,
but now they are blatant in my flashbacks, forever will they last?
Oh, the dull constant ache in my soul,
to the end of my life, I wish I could scroll.
Lord, I just don't understand, and maybe I never will,
life has proven to be nothing but an upward hill.
Now I'm...
alone .
Watching the cars go by and the people walk by,
again, I just sigh.
Life has been so much more traumatic then I expected,
bad memories are mostly what I seem to have collected.
Cheers to another sad poem!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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You'll get through this! Guided by God and a support system, you will.