Afterthoughts in my head
It’s is too late we’re dead. Our love is over
Afterthoughts in my head
After thoughts running through my head,
Too late to speak, the words unsaid.
Our love has faded, cold and still,
A quiet ache I cannot kill.
The moments lost, words left unsaid,
Now just echoes, love is dead.
I hold the silence like a stone,
And face this ending on my own.
The promises we couldn’t keep,
Now drift like shadows in my sleep.
Your voice, a whisper, faint and thin,
A distant ghost beneath my skin.
Regret, a river, slow and deep,
Where memories and sorrows meet.
No second chances left to find,
Just empty rooms within my mind.
So here I stand, a heart undone,
Beneath a pale and hollow sun.
No words to change the past we made,
Just love’s cold echo, bound to fade.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
This awesome 👍
I find this insightful in regards to pinting out our frailty
What a powerful exploration of the mind’s complexity and the quiet chaos of afterthoughts. The poem captured the feeling of being trapped in a loop of thoughts, where clarity is always just out of reach. It made me reflect on how easy it is to get lost in our own mental webs, constantly revisiting past conversations, decisions, and moments—never quite free from them. Your use of vivid imagery to describe the inner turmoil is incredibly relatable, and I found the pacing of the poem, moving from confusion to moments of clarity, quite engaging. This piece really resonates with the human experience of overthinking and the struggle to silence the noise in our heads.
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fascinating poem and will fly over the Vocal