Haunted - Poem by Shannon Greenwald
It hurts so badly
The feeling of uselessness
Not being able to save them
You would do anything, yet you can’t save them.
Love, what’s it worth if not a life?
The memories haunt me
Your vision a cruel beauty overshadowing my reality
Creating one of its own
One where your still here, still with me
Every moment the way it should be.
Your soul is in everything and
Your memory is everywhere.
I can’t escape the guilt,
I couldn’t save you.
Your blood is on my hands
My head, all over.
Weighed down so much how can one ever get up?
But to forget you, if an option
Is one that is always open because it was never taken
Never, no matter the pain I feel
Your memory is with me,
Haunting or not at least its there.
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