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no point in closing my eyes, i won't sleep anyway
by Genevieve Sturrocki do not often linger
over thoughts of
what might have been
for i feel it steals
the potential of
what might yet be
but there are days
when darkness descends
and i am caught in
the tides of emotions
that are well beyond
my control
i can't help but wonder
am i missed
perhaps
just a bit
with bittersweet
thoughts of kisses
and tears and
a perhaps a tiny
touch of
longing
or maybe just bitter
the sweet turned to sand
angry and hard
and barren of
love
worse even still
is the likely idea
that i never
cross the mind at all
a minor amusement
for the summer
but forgotten with
the coming of fall
but my memory is
solid as ever
and though it
serves no purpose
beyond causing me
angst
i occasionally
wrap up in the
thoughts of what was
and linger over
thoughts of
what might have been 04/03/2011 Posted on 04/03/2011
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/03/11 at 03:03 PM Great title. It pushes us right through the door and into this wonderful narrative. Your thought process never fails to be compelling. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/03/11 at 11:25 PM ...an angst-causing thought, for me; cs lewis said, it's so nice to have a saturday afternoon free, but it is not good if you're free because you don't matter.' that is this. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/04/11 at 09:56 PM your title is what grabbed me and then I was not disappointed...for you expressed so exquisitely what may keep many awake yet they would not be as honest. Last stanza sums it up perfectly. smh |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/05/11 at 06:37 PM It always boils down to those last few lines: wrap up in the
thoughts of what was
and linger over thoughts of what might have been
...Brilliantly executed, Genevieve. Great to read you again. :)
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