My poem titled “Rooted”

Life, Poem, Poetry, sad, Uncategorized, Writing

Just when I think I’ve heard the last of you


You come traipsing back into my life


Larger than life itself


And remind me everything


I tried so hard to forget


And the worst part is


It’s not even you


It’s the memory of you


I sleep and your face surfaces in the dream world


I try to sleep and can’t seem to think of anything else


I stare up at the ceiling and can’t shake you


You’re rooted in my subconscious


I wish I could undergo some surgical procedure


To extract you from my brain


But I guess I’m resigned to living a life


Without a say in who remains in it







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