Rejection

 

More often now

These lines pop in my head,

An echo of my past

Again I find I cannot breathe.

My world is closing

Without you near.

 

I find myself always blasting my music

Trying to drown out the screams

Within my head.

But more often now

The feelings cause me

To fall to my knees in tears.

 

It’s like an echo of

What I never had,

Cannot have,

Cannot be.

 

It’s like a vision

Of what I am,

Always had,

Never grand.

 

It’s like an eternal show of rejection.

Cursed with the gift of poetry,

I have no purpose but to hurt

And think of the regretful past

And doomed future

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