It’s When You Look Back
It’s when you look back,
And scenes vividly flash,
Like hot steel against bare flesh,
They scald your scars,
As they return, the impending past.
It’s when you look back,
And knew something you could do,
But unreal time just flew,
You’re still, alike an unspoken epitaph,
And into memories pain will carve.
It’s when you look back,
And demons of past recall,
A maze of no way out befall,
In bewilderment you succumb,
To the horrors of reminiscence.
It’s when you look back,
And realise memories are intangible,
When vengeance is impossible,
And then you look further ahead,
To an epiphany that regression is futile.
All my poems are dark-themed, no doubt. My fingers just can't have the urge to spell joy to my poems. It is an art after all. It can't be defined by choice.
3 comments:
"Impending past"- very nice phrase. Well done.
Thank you Ginny. Its been a long time since you posted here. ;)
Haihz...
Since u were so desperate for comments here, and I'm such a good guy, lemme make you a tad lil happy. :D XP
Your poems really are very solemn.
Might wanna make some lighter themed ones once in a blue moon u noe. ;) XP
O, btw. It's a nice poem nevertheless. Seriously. :)
Well done. KUTGW. ;)
(A tad lil' happy now? XP)
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