I find myself treading slowly down the street
Carefully avoiding any eyes I might meet
Antisocial they may call me
It’s very possible, maybe
But if they so happen to glance upon me
They will find something I don’t want them to see
The cold in my eyes
Filled with regrets of never-said goodbyes
Lost without the one I love
My heart is barely beating
I'm hardly even breathing
Though sunlight beams down
I find that it is cold
Everything I touch
Frozen
Like an icy sculpture
Raining out of my fingers
I realize warmth no longer lingers
I can see it
But it’s so far
Unreachable to these icy hands
These cold eyes
Watching as they pass
Frozen in the fear of moving forward
Obsessing over the past
Spellbinding is the only word that comes to mind when reading this :) Man, i really felt this a lot here, and can definitely relate. The past will always linger with us in some way, but we must try and break free of it tho, and put it behind us so that we can try to move onward, and start new chapters. This was really beautiful work!
the words of this poem flowed smoothly and the emotion behind it was real.
and the past seems to haunt one for a long time and its sometimes really hard to excape from it,
because even though we try to avoid it, it seems to always be there no matter what. and i like how you in the beginning started out by mentioning how people just look at you and dont understand what you are feeling and dont know the reasons why you are the way you are(if this is you). How some people dont even bother to help, but in the end you must break free.
Spellbinding is the only word that comes to mind when reading this :) Man, i really felt this a lot here, and can definitely relate. The past will always linger with us in some way, but we must try and break free of it tho, and put it behind us so that we can try to move onward, and start new chapters. This was really beautiful work!
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