The Past

by Imogen   Apr 7, 2006


The past I know is intertwined with pain.
Every second that I hold onto this past it cuts me open like a thousand knives, tortures me with unforgettable memories. But even after all these months the pain is too raw to forget.

Each time I try to smile,
I see you laughing in the park with me.
How can I let myself be happy when you are not here to see?

Each time I try to laugh,
I see you turn away from me as you slam the door.
How can I enjoy anything now you are lost forever more?

Each time I try to kiss,
I feel you lips against mine.
How can I ever loveagain, when it is for you I pine?

Each time I try to shout,
I relive our argument the night before you left.
How I quarrel again, when there are unsaid sorrys that can't be sent?

Each time I try to end the pain,
I see you with a pill box in your hands, thinking you have found the key.
How can I even think about hurting my friends in the same way you hurt me?

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  • 16 years ago

    by lonelynow

    I love how it is all explained at the end.

  • 17 years ago

    by Goran Rahim

    Another great poem here
    you have a beautiful talent.
    keep it up
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Samantha

    Honestly, this wasn't the best poem I've ever read because of your style. Even though you have a bumpy style (by style I mean how you break up the lines), though, this is one of the most touching pieces of writing I've read in a long, long time. I'm not sure if it's because I understand or if it's because you made me understand, but either way, if you fix your lines, this would be a stellar poem.

    "unsaid sorrys that can't be sent?"

    Great, great phrase.

  • 17 years ago

    by UnToLd TrUtH

    This is very good.

  • 17 years ago

    by lonelynow

    Wow. wow wow wow. i don't know what to say! this is such an amzing poem!!!!

    keep writing!!!!!

    lonelynow x x x x

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