I am caught between
dormancy and
aching residual pain,
yet this perpetual sadness
is tempered by
the cool wash
of autumn's rain,
and I can't keep reliving
the things that
went before,
but the hurt that I
experienced still leaves
me feeling sore
and regretful of
what we had—
why did I waste my time on you?
and now all that is left
is this deep and
enduring blue.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
