Senseless

I built up some walls

made up of cement;

one blocks out the past

and the other, the future.

Worrying for the past

always made the present suffer,

so I best not think of that.

But hoping for the future

always let me down.

So I blocked myself out.

I couldn't trust myself

with my own memories.

I couldn't trust to be hopeful,

because some days are dark,

and that would knock me down.

I left myself outside

of my very own mind;

left myself senseless

and left myself gone.

Reviews

[Brittany W]

this is deep, but it some ways i could relate to blocking yourself from the past and present, i loved this.