the past
tentacles tightening
squeezing
hard
on
my
insides
youth
left behind
years
ago
time warp
surrounding senses
nightmares holding
firmly
in
place
20 years young
dying
of
old age
already
never to understand
the
consequences
until
it was too late to move on
(12-26-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no point from where you can't move on. Nice write. Liked it.