6 views
The Past
The past is something
I could see,
but could not touch
and yet tonight
I still feel it
so much
Today's one
many nights
a pain
holds me
so tight
cuts my soul
so sharp
and bleeds on
so deep
If I could skip this night
just to see the day,
or perhaps forget this day
to sleep the night through
but how?
I no longer know
the night's a never now
the past is a night thing
I could only feel so much.
© MA Ryanne
I could see,
but could not touch
and yet tonight
I still feel it
so much
Today's one
many nights
a pain
holds me
so tight
cuts my soul
so sharp
and bleeds on
so deep
If I could skip this night
just to see the day,
or perhaps forget this day
to sleep the night through
but how?
I no longer know
the night's a never now
the past is a night thing
I could only feel so much.
© MA Ryanne
Related Stories
