Backwards
I see my self moving backwardsto memories that have long been dead
have once said that life is not good
For, situations drive me crazy;
I see myself moving forward
But words whisper like traitors
walking on my path and moving ahead
waving at me and I never understood.
I found myself stopping this time
where no one was there aside
And the little voice says it's alright
It says to come with him to hell.
Cat flew on my bed and plays with my face
I saw everything that surrounds;
Until I realized it was only a dream,
Thanked God, and promised no backwards again.
Poetry by Calyx Penning
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Written on 2019-08-20 at 03:03
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