i was walking through the place i used to live
like a ghost in a forgotten memory
or the shadow of a passerby
what were once saplings have sprouted
into towering oak trees now
the bushes are overgrown
blocking any route of escape
all the people i used to know have disappeared
they have long since been replaced by new faces
it is almost as if time marches on
to the beat of a drum unknown to us
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poetry trip.
PoetryA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
