Constance La France Poet Rhyme

The Past Keeps Creeping, Creeping

The past comes in a nightmare dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
to hold back sadness and regret,
I see the place where I grew up.

And all the graves in rows closeup,
my home by a rippling stream;
where in my lone bed I was weeping,
listening to a train whistle.

The need to leave was abyssal,
holding back tears I walked away;
into the wild world to stray,
but the past keeps creeping, creeping.

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May 9, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/The Past Keeps Creeping, Creeping
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Howard Kerr February 13, 2020 at 4:05 AM A beautiful poem written with great feeling, Constance. Howard Constance La France February 14, 2020 at 9:26 AM Howard thanks for visiting with the beautiful _Constance

Sam Kauffman February 7, 2020 at 10:53 PM Congratulations, Constance. I think the word repetition at the end reinforces the sense of movement and the theme of the poem. Really nice! Constance La France February 8, 2020 at 11:38 PM Sam, thank you so much for the congratulations and the compliment on my poem _Constance

Lindsay Laurie February 7, 2020 at 5:18 PM Hello Dear Heart … the past always follows us like a shadow but the sun is ahead of us - thank you Dear Heart - Lindsay Constance La France February 7, 2020 at 6:18 PM Lindsay, thanks for visiting my poetry and the comment, appreciate _Constance