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flashbacks
an invisible punch -
a twist of the mind -
and i’m not here anymore.
held in a silent chokehold,
one foot out the door.
the past hangs a veil
over my eyes,
and i’m not here anymore.
it’s a cruel and bleak reminder,
that old wounds still turn sore.
i might blink or shake
or even cry,
but i’m not there anymore.
my cup has runneth empty,
there’s nothing left to pour.
© ailsey
a twist of the mind -
and i’m not here anymore.
held in a silent chokehold,
one foot out the door.
the past hangs a veil
over my eyes,
and i’m not here anymore.
it’s a cruel and bleak reminder,
that old wounds still turn sore.
i might blink or shake
or even cry,
but i’m not there anymore.
my cup has runneth empty,
there’s nothing left to pour.
© ailsey
