Permanent Markings Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

Permanent Markings



So here I am in this state of conscious breathing
telling you a story that won't be misleading
these bumps in the road, flaws in the picture, leave me thinking
Was it the night I saw you dancing under those lonely stars
that day you caught me breathing
was it those nights spent dreaming.
Here I am again my dear friend coming back to you with problems at hand
with no clue what to do or how to stand
So here I stand under those same stars you were under
but together forever as one we are
That's where the tunnel ends and the path does not continue
where thoughts run wild as I'm trying to make this glimpse into a picture of you.
Not only am I old, worn and frayed at the ends
now I am broken, and unable to mend again
it will not vanish, it will not fade, it's a permanent mark on me you have made
like water under a bridge it's done nothings left to be said
but these thoughts still running madly in my head

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