The thoughts haunt my mind,

The ghostly images of past.

I blame the love that made me blind,

I close my eyes to ease the images at last.

The images come and go,

I wish I could just forget.

From the time of our first hello,

to the very last threat.

Pain, is all my mind is wrapped around,

the sorrow of this piercing era.

Suffering, intoxicating, excruciating, heavy compound.

But I must cross this Sahara.

How do I climb out of this?

Where do I begin to heal?

To start mapping out this past abyss,

Time to take back my heart get rid of this steal.

Labels: heart, Poem, problems