Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
Yes, what a phrase.
It repeats itself
At a constant.

Losing bits
As well as large pieces
Nothing makes sense
As it's all shattered
In a mind that sees only one picture.

I've found the one
Yet she's not mine
May never be
So I take the same road
Known as a regressive nature.

At night its all tears
For hours on end
Short bursts
Sometimes over an hour or more
I can never be sure.

The steps I'm taking all lead to her.
I prayed for her return
Yet all I did was run
Because I was afraid of going
Through the same pain again.