Same Old Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Gone are the good times never had.

Submitted: January 30, 2019

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Submitted: January 30, 2019

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Gone,

gone are the good times we never had.

Our Nan’s blanket drapes over the couch,

dust of a speckled past drifts in the air,

and we remember the days of our youth.

 

I realize it’s meant to be forgotten,

but I hold onto my angst,

a target of regret;

a loner wandering the killing field.

 

Slowly, slowly I fall

through the hedge that’s always divided.

A trespasser’s folly

that leaves me at wit’s end.

 

My anger swells –

a hopeless albatross over the ocean.

This caravan of tears

is carrying me to the circus of fear;

we’re all crying out.

There’s nothing we can do,

but carry on like it’s another day.


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