Drifting
There's no us in us when I'm lacking trust
You want to discuss but all there is is disgust.
I once looked up to you and now I can't even look
The voice outside tells me to give a second chance
How can I trust a voice that once was the poison I drank
the water drowning my lungs.
Now I'm just stressing
thinking about the past.
My Mama says the past is the past, just let it go
But Mama, it won't let me go.
Growling, clawing, digging into every pore
until there is no more
Room for me.
Words are words and memories are memories.
I was told just to sit with them
and watch them drift away.
Drift away
I can drift away off this bridge at the right speed
No one would notice
No one would hear a sound
No one would try and find
Me
Drifting in the depths of blue hues.
Copyright © Trenda Nash | Year Posted 2023
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