Past Mistakes

March 21, 2011
By Tini-Martini BRONZE, Waterford, Other
Tini-Martini BRONZE, Waterford, Other
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The gravel slowly making sound. I could never forget the weight of your footsteps, like the weight of regret sitting upon my chest…always there to remind me of your mistakes.

Remembrance once so close, now penetrates thoughts like daggers. Slowly digging under my skin; causing steady and painful wounds in my memories.

I try to come to reason with my past but you still come back to me, like an unwanted nightmare waking me screaming for life at nights beginning.

I surrender to your image, creeping itself in one step at a time, into my mind filled with unsaid words and feelings kept inside.

Closed palms; holding the key to my shaken heart. But I’ll never trust you again to hold this last key of mine to your forgiveness.


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