English poetry, Poetry

A Walk….with the past

The past;
tugged at me from behind,
Begged me fervently,
Implored me all throughout,
To take away as much of it,
As could be filled in the heart and mind.
Why should we stay back in a place that
we know you would never come back to?
So we filled our senses
And our heart to the brim.
When the tears came,
We knew we were stuffed
to the point of overflowing.
Now we have our past as memories,
Enough to last the rest of our life.

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#Sukindainourheartsandmind
1st Dec 2019

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