Winding vine
Of morning glory
Trying to grasp as it climb
Holding on to my train of thoughts
getting lost
among the neurons
Only the shadow remains
Just few seeds
to start a new
AK
21 Apr 2024 Leave a comment
in Childhood trauma, death, Emotional abuse, Life, Memories, Pain Tags: forgeting, old age, Time, Trauma
Winding vine
Of morning glory
Trying to grasp as it climb
Holding on to my train of thoughts
getting lost
among the neurons
Only the shadow remains
Just few seeds
to start a new
AK
01 Jul 2021 Leave a comment
in death, Life, Memories, Pain, Sad, Uncategorized Tags: change, death, Life, Lose, Sadness
My heart use to be a place full of sunny days, where countless fragrant colored flowers bloomed all year long , butterflies’s heaven it was. Some days were cloudy as well, but clear as crystal , I could see for miles, those lush green mountains surrounding the valley that carried the sparkling blue water in its lap. A place where I could go and stay for as long as I wanted, full of clean fresh air, filled with oxygen .
My heart is now all foggy, it has the strange smell of mystery now, I can’t see too far, at night it gets even more dark. I am sure, someone else lives there now, I can hear the sobing, but since I can’t see , I don’t know who is that. At times it pulls me in, but I try not to stay for too long. Since you have departed and left me here on earth, my heart has become a hunted place.
~ Ak
