Relive

Sun, 05/02/2021 - 01:20 -- mIeNlFP

Sometimes the old times start to relive.

Relive until I can’t live.

Can’t live because I’m living in the past waiting for the future.

There is no life because I can’t keep my head in the present.

I get stuck in my thoughts, waiting for them to rot but it all comes back whenever I feel a loss.

But all I ever did was fought.

I repeat the past until it is fixed.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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