Past Poem by Mikayla Haberbosch
Past
I try not to think about it,
To dwell on the past,
But the memories creep in,
And make the tears flow fast.
No matter how hard I try,
Reality sinks in,
And I’m fighting a battle,
That I can’t win.
When I remember the things,
That used to make me laugh,
My heart pounds fast,
Like it’s tearing in half.
Sometimes I just wish,
That my heart would stop,
With an eternal rest,
Before I pop.
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