My Past, Hunt Me Poem by Esther low

My Past, Hunt Me



I thought i have forgot that person,
the fact is,
I haven't.
I kept myself busy,
so that i wouldn't think of that person.

Someone say that person name,
the image,
everything, my brain keep repeating the image again.

It have been years,
the image have come back and it hunts me.
it kept replay the image in my brain,
i cannot stop it.
I cannot control.

Why this person affect me so much after so many years?

Perhaps i have meet someone like her again,
i should stop everything,
let everything return to the original place,
so that i wouldn't be hurt anymore.

I wouldn't have to shed tears for days,
just because of that person.
I will forget, forever and ever.

Please don't remind me of that person,
please don't tell me that person name,
please spare me from that name of that person.

That person wants me to trust her,
i gave her, the trust,
in the return,
i got nothing,
but to feel betray,
the hurt,
miserable, heart pain.

When will i walk out of the pain?
When will i stop hearing this name?
When will i be able to release the pain in me?
When can i be reborn as a new person?
When will i be happier than that person?

When will my query be answered?
Why am i still in the dark, where that person is in the light enjoying life while i am sobbing here?
Am i being silly?
Maybe.
Maybe not.

If time were to reverse,
I will not pity that person,
I will never pity her again.

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