the past is an old
dimension
in which i find
myself pondering
often.
if i could erase the pain,
i would with
no regrets
because you took
my once
pure
heart and
destroyed what i once was.
locked doors may keep
others out but
it doesn’t keep me from
the nightmares of
your touch.
there’s a ghost
in that room,
and in my head
that’s full of the
eraser shavings i’ve
created by trying to
forget but the more i
scrub,
the harder it comes
back.
by: bailey roland