I wrote this a while back when I was going through some pain over a lost relationship. I read it today and thought I'd share it. I know writing and poetry are two different worlds, but in my life they are both outlets for me. So, here ya go:
Shed the Pain
Graven images of ill-born memory,
blockade against my mind.
Forlorn thoughts of recent events,
break thru, trying to remind.
As people pass and days grow cold,
The feelings get in the way.
My heart it aches and hardens now,
My soul it darkens day by day.
Favored tales so full of hope,
They shed their false birthed life.
Forever reminding people like me,
reminding me of stress and strife.
One day I will walk away,
One day I'll be true.
And on that day, I'll not look back,
I'll shed my thoughts of you.
Shed the Pain
Graven images of ill-born memory,
blockade against my mind.
Forlorn thoughts of recent events,
break thru, trying to remind.
As people pass and days grow cold,
The feelings get in the way.
My heart it aches and hardens now,
My soul it darkens day by day.
Favored tales so full of hope,
They shed their false birthed life.
Forever reminding people like me,
reminding me of stress and strife.
One day I will walk away,
One day I'll be true.
And on that day, I'll not look back,
I'll shed my thoughts of you.
