Poem: Thoughts I Fight Back
by Grace Peterson
In the midst of my despair,
I find nothing but the melancholy thought
Of what I must reluctantly prepare
Myself to move where my heart is not.
An unpredictable conclusion
Erupted from a love thought to last
Led to nothing but my seclusion
Where I lay with dreams of the saddening past.
I sit in the comfort of my sheets sulking in my rejection.
The sweet whispers from you into the night
led to nothing but dejection
And yet, my heart flies with the memories I fight.
© 2013 Grace Peterson