I’m desperate to find piece with my painful past.
I’m drowning in a pool of haunting memories.
My eyes resemble this of a raccoon that has been on a week long bender.
My head is wishing for a break from constant daily throbbing migraines.
My conversations often resemble those of a rambling drunk trying to act sober.
Sleep deprivation fills my head with senseless memories and visions of a life I’m not sure is known to me.
I sometimes cry just thinking about any day that’s behind me. Often leaving me to see a door that I’m afraid to open.
I lay here still desperate to find piece with my painful past.
Drowning In My Past©
By Felina Silver Robinson
Published by Felina
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
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