6 views
When the past interferes with the present
Under the blood moon in the sky of memories
I stab the the soil with my shovel
blood outpours from the wound staining the garments of my mind
amidst the familiar chill of the night air
perspiration beads my brow
and panting I barely escape from the depths of a nightmare
they have started again
it is the price I pay for having picked a fight with the past
the blood forms a deep pool around me
I panic as I know not how to swim
and the currents of past memories
threaten to pull me under
gasping thrashing succumbing under the surface
I think at last
I suppose I still have not gotten over the past.
© Tatyanna
I stab the the soil with my shovel
blood outpours from the wound staining the garments of my mind
amidst the familiar chill of the night air
perspiration beads my brow
and panting I barely escape from the depths of a nightmare
they have started again
it is the price I pay for having picked a fight with the past
the blood forms a deep pool around me
I panic as I know not how to swim
and the currents of past memories
threaten to pull me under
gasping thrashing succumbing under the surface
I think at last
I suppose I still have not gotten over the past.
© Tatyanna
Related Stories
