Past, Present and Future is the time when the soft sharp point of an old and forgotten pen leaves its memories. Memories on pieces of paper, memories at the end of a race.
Tearful piece, yet seems free from tears. nice.
This is hard. You've well described the anger, desperation, humiliation and even the love that's still there. Good poem.
The desperation is palpable and your being the other one, hidden under shadows, living like a cockroach is powerful and poignant thought. I relate to it very much...ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya Twitter: @VerseEveryDay Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
this feels really numb...the situation you paint is beastly painful...but i dont feel that in your words beyind the pain...
Very painful...bits and pieces
very well said....i could feel the pain all too easily....thanks for sharing..was a wonderful read...pete