What Was

Five years but a glimpse of the past
Memories suppressed, repressed
My thoughts linger for a moment
On situations and people,
Many I failed.

The things I'd give to be back,
Sitting quietly,
Alone and blind
Blind of my surroundings,
Of my chances.
The long days,
longer nights,
Living separate worlds
For all the good it did me,
Cold ice and heart.

Ball and chain
These memories follow me,
Flashes through my eyes
Keep me aware
Of what was,
Of what I wished it could have been,
Of what it never shall be.





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