Knock,Knock,Knock
The past came knocking at my door
I froze, not knowing what to do
Should I open to let it in?
Or prevent my ears from listening,
My heart jumped to open
My mind shouted, to stop him
You're the one whose been harmed
Why acting so dumb?
I was stuck in the middle
Waiting for the right decision
Part of me wanted to go
The other part begging to hold,
Until this moment, I'm standing still
Can't find words to end my poem
If only my past could help and say
The reason of coming back again.
<Deleted User> (5646)
Sat 14th Jun 2008 05:30
My past haunts me time and time again, but it's usually for good reason. It's when we allow it to interfere with now and the possibility of a near future outcome it causes problems.
When it concerns people we care about, our thoughts take over our ability to act.. leaving a hole the size of a canyon. janet.x