Change
They say the world is ever-changing , though every day it seems the same
they say time heals all wounds , yet I'm brought to my knees with the sound of your name
they say we can move on , that there will always be another
if they say all these things , then why under my emotions do I feel so smothered
the clock it keeps on ticking , time keeps passing by
yet everything for me is the same , and most nights all I do is cry
I can't heal the wounds inside me
I can't mend my broken heart
and they say time heals all wounds
so tell me when that's suppose to start
my mind is always busy , running circles around your name
is it time that I should point at? Or am I the only one at blame
Hugh
Fri 15th Nov 2019 10:28
Oh my goodness Aimee I can feel the trauma of your words pouring out of this poem.A literary gem.