Overcome
1 min readOct 4, 2020
I put pen to paper;
words fill the pages.
While under it all,
emotions fade.
Time stands still,
captured pain like
a moth drawn to a flame.
Oh, if you’d look over
your shoulder, would you remember my name?
Seems then nothing has changed.
How did we end up this way?
Never again, would I think of you as home.