Stuck in a lonely corner, eyes fixed upon the ground.
Reliving a yesterday once again, as if recently found.
An oppressive tape replaying, over in my mind.
Continuously repeating itself, as if stuck on rewind.
It has been ages past, why won't it let me be?
A vice turning tighter, squeezing cheer and comfort from me.
Her words, so harsh and unfair, still follow me about.
My mind rocked, now locked, I struggle to keep them out.
Repeatedly turning the page has failed, the page so worn.
So weathered and discolored and so sadly torn.
I can't get past her persistent cruelty; what was her final goal?
Inflicting such a wretched folly upon my weary soul.
As time ever flows, it becomes obvious and clear.
The more I try burying the past, the more it stokes my fear.
It is time to soothe this festering sore with a healing balm.
This storm within needs to rest, and bring a welcomed calm.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
Stuck in a lonely corner, eyes fixed upon the ground.
Reliving a yesterday once again, as if recently found.
An oppressive tape replaying, over in my mind.
Continuously repeating itself, as if stuck on rewind.
It has been ages past, why won't it let me be?
A vice turning tighter, squeezing cheer and comfort from me.
Her words, so harsh and unfair, still follow me about.
My mind rocked, now locked, I struggle to keep them out.
Repeatedly turning the page has failed, the page so worn.
So weathered and discolored and so sadly torn.
I can't get past her persistent cruelty; what was her final goal?
Inflicting such a wretched folly upon my weary soul.
As time ever flows, it becomes obvious and clear.
The more I try burying the past, the more it stokes my fear.
It is time to soothe this festering sore with a healing balm.
This storm within needs to rest, and bring a welcomed calm.
This is a rewrite of one of my poems from two years ago. I was unsatisfied with it. I change the name and about a third of the lines.
