Dreaming of Those Years
The past comes in a dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
holding back sadness and regret.
I see the place where I grew up,
and all the graves closeup;
and my house by a stream.
In my lone bed weeping,
listening to a train whistle;
the need to leave was abyssal.
Holding back tears I walked away,
into the world to stray;
but the past keeps creeping.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Dreaming of Those Years
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1143-059-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Musical Inspiration
sponsor, Joseph May
Inspiration Song - Holding Back The Years, Simply Red
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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