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The Past…Someday

Old low burning flames
memories under the bed
like pieces of an old game
at night, fast asleep
they blister inside your head.
Upon waking, you weep.
pictures of a love lost
broken glass
beneath your feet.
Regrets flash by
on your mind screen
you still pay the cost
but you’re stuck in now
lost…forever it seems.
How can that old love
still make you cry?
Was it a nightmare
or was it a dream?
Is the past ever gone
is it ever wiped clean?
Wake up, clear your mind
push old passions away
get on with your life
because today will be
the past…someday.
by Jeanne Marie


21 thoughts on “The Past…Someday

  1. I would see this as an excellent offering for Sreejit’s prompt at TheSeeker’s Dungeon on Secrets. I love “memories under the bed” gathering dust with time:)


  2. Reblogged this on Tell me about it and commented:
    This woman always speaks out my heart in so many ways! I am blessed to call her friend! If you haven’t read her book or her poetry and seen her lovely flower photos you should! 🙂


  3. Ms. Marie… You need to make it so I can click where to buy your book… You can link to those words to make that possible for goofy people like me… Thanks, claudy


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