I threw it all away.
I tore up the journals, the notes, the letters
and put it all up into flames.
Getting rid of any evidence of anything, everything I've ever known.
I recall my teacher's words
"Never do that when you
have more to say deep down."
But I'm afraid I've disappointed
seeming as I'm running, running away
Far, far away from this place
I've gotten too numb too.
And I'm a mess right now.
My heart ripped into two,
two different places now.
I'm not even sure which direction to go
The past is slipping in and I'm off once again not wanting these demons to follow.
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During The Pandemic (Poetry)
PoetryIt's been hard. Especially with COVID running in the air. Here's what I've written.
