It's strange how its the laughter,
I remember most,
Uncontrollable, rolling on the floor,
Laughter.
And yet,
You killed me.
My soul was black and blue,
The laughter hid the pain,
It's funny that it was you,
Not me,
Who ended it,
Funnier still that it hurt.
Maybe I felt it an injustice,
How dare you be happy.
You had me bound.
Oh I cried,
Each tear eating away at me
More than the last,
The pain was good though,
It kept me awake,
Because sleep was my enemy.
I talked about you,
Alot.
The good, the bad and the funny.
In talking I began to heal.
I saw that by holding on to you
I had stopped caring about myself.
And now I don't cry.
You're someone elses problem now.
Good luck
I guess.
The more you hurt others,
The more you hurt yourself.
So good luck.
I guess.
Author notes
By GarneT. I'm not sure if this helps. I guess I wrote it more as a story, it wasn't intentional but my fingers wouldnt stop...you know how it is.
A contest entry
- Closing The Door To Your Past by Viyanna Rosemarie.
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Comments
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This is a really emotional piece. I liked the way it was almost like a story and felt that the mix of emotions and description created a strong piece which was really easy to empthasis with. To me your opening stanza hit home the most, I could really feel every word and thought it was a brilliant opening. It is strange how laughter can hide so much and stick with us. I liked how the poem reached a closure like ending and i particually liked the line "And now I don't cry." at the end of the fourth stanza, i thought this really captured the essence of moving on and shutting past doors. Great work.
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