Tomorrow is a million miles away and soon
It’ll be an untouchable past lost in yesterday.
Trapped in a tangled mess of my own creation
For which everyone is to blame but me.
I now see clearly
Blurred images of which I can make no sense.
Sitting in a corner crying, laughing and sighing all at once.
Trapped on a page trying to break free…
no one is to blame but me.
well, what happened to the comment i thought i just left? hmmmm? at least you left ph ONE of your poems! thanks for sharing. bri :)
are you still looking at poemhunter in 2014? ? ? ? i wonder if i will be in 8 more years. perhaps you are now stuck in an untouchable past lost in yesterday. thanks for sharing. bri ;) if you are still alive, why don't you come out of hiding! unless of course you are comfortable where you are, in which case, thanks for leaving some of your poems to share. if you are dead, don't bother answering this comment.
I loved this poem. I feel untouchable myself sometimes, contaminated by my own grief. Lost in memories of my own failiures, those who failed me -or did I simply fail? I have to tell you: you helped me get through the day, with this poem. Sometimes we just need to know there are kindred spirits in the darkness. We are not alone. It sure does feel that way, sometimes, does it not? Love, Will
Hi Valsa, I just read your poems. Really good work keep it up. Take care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, now i see it. ............................................ :)