These words
They haunt me
Or so it seems
Incessant currents
Of poetic streams
Beauty
And love
Pain and sorrow
Troubling pasts
And dreams for tomorrow
Crumpled up
Paper
And piles of regret
Deemed unworthy
They make me upset
Memories burn
I'll never forget
They turn
And they churn
Inside of my head
Restless
Not sleeping
I'm writing instead.