The Unforgiven Past

There is a sudden inkling,
Achingly, tugging at my bones.
Beyond that darkened glass
What eyes linger?
Insanity takes over the mind
From a past I can’t rewind.
A cold, lifeless heart,
Still beating in my chest,
Screams, “Do over! Do over!”
Like a rain dance to call on the rain,
I send my tune to the heavens.
The stars twinkle,
But they do not respond.
Each day broken glimpses of the past.
Look ahead, but without hope
What’s the use?
This zombie walks among the living.
Feeding on negativity,
Crying for positivity,
Aching to be heard,
To be understood.
A body, signs of living.
A soul merely present.
Eyes, the window to the soul,
Sleeping for ages.
Lost with time.
For time,
“is the essence in which we burn.”
Time will never pause for the mere mortal.
Flesh begins to rot,
Insides deteriorate,
Soon stand before the door of St. Peter,
Who will either deny
Or welcome with open arms.

In this world, we are destined to love.
We are created
To communicate with the world around us.
Yet, in this world,
Are some who feel the weight of the world.
They once carried their heart on their sleeve,
Only to be left with scars, cuts, bruises, and scrapes.
In this world,
There are some,
with eyes not tearing,
But bleeding.
Streams that could one day drown them.
There are some,
Living for tomorrow; yet,
Others running from the sheer thought.

-Autumn Rain
December 3, 2016

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Hello everyone. My name is Lisa. Like many, I have been through a lot. Writing has been a passion of mine. As a child, I dreamed of being a writer, publishing my own book. I created this website in order to share my writings, thoughts, and get to know others who share the same interest as me. Thank you for your time spent on my website. I hope you stop by again! *peace&God Bless* Lisa

2 thoughts on “The Unforgiven Past”

  1. May I simply say what a comfort to discover a person that truly understands what they are discussing online.

    You actually understand how to bring a problem to light and
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    and understand this side of the story. I can’t
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    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks 🙂 I don’t post many poems. I feel like I lost the creative writer in me that I’ve had since I was a child. I want to write more but my stubborn self can’t sit in silence for long thinking of words to write. These words just came to me, instead of forcing my brain for words.

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