Not being able to leave the past behind....




The runaway.

 

Beyond the rested sun
I linger within my memories
Of ample torment.

Don't think that I don't notice
What I may have done wrong.
I have this overt weakness -
But you are my fortitude
In a quest to belong.

 

This night bleeds for you,
For when morning comes
I shall be gone.





Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-26 at 20:24

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yes I like the emotion in this...it makes me feel and that is what good poetry should do:)
2013-05-27



Yet another excellent write. There always seems to be such a strong undercurrent in your poetry. The emotion is so thick in this one that I find the commenting difficult. I especially love the final stanza.
2013-05-27



Wonderful written!
2013-05-27