“Small glimpses into a past life begging to return. When the self-loathing was silenced, and the sun shined. Before the exhaustion latched on viciously. Long before I gasped for breath.
When does the drowning end? Helplessly floundering, trying desperately to grip a sturdy foundation. Throwing time into uninterestingly uninterrupted recreations. Pleading for pleasing waves of joy to wash over, instead of the torrent of melancholy.
Small glimpses into a future yet to be secured. Blindingly brilliant do the rays of untold comfort come in from the windows. Bathing the scene with such benevolent wonders. Alas this future is still far from my outstretched fingers.
I wish tonight would be over. Somewhere held within tomorrow lays the secrets to good fortune. Still I’m told I can find it today...but why do today what is guaranteed tomorrow.
I’m sorry for the harm I’ve done, I should’ve seen how good I was yesterday.”
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Jake Trammell
I write things I could never speak aloud. Usually in the form of poetry or short stories. One day I’d like to write a novel.
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Forever Failing
“If my memory serves me right, which it does less than I’d like; I’d be happier than I am today. I’d be a different person. Actually have some semblance of control over my life. I could count every step I took to get me to this point, and recall each path I chose to be here. If only my memory would serve me right.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
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