Back in Time
I wanted to believe
that I could travel
back to time past
To escape the pain
and the memories
How long could it last?
Itching to be gone
Disappearing
into thin air
Touch the stone
In theory be gone
Without a care
Tired of your criticism
Weary now
of the humorless pokes
Drained of energy
I stagger
My back on the ropes
Today is the day
I find myself here
In front of the stone
Concentrating hard
I say goodbye to you and
Back in time I am thrown
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Itching
Critic
Air
Theory
Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Prompt
very nicely done!
Thank you so much Violet 🙂💕
How wonderful it would be! Great poem.
Thank you Hélène 🙂💕 It certainly would!
You are Welcome Christine.
If only escape from such situations were simple…
Nicely done, Christine.
Yes! Poof and we are gone 🙂 Thanks Sue
clever prompt use, great poem – you realise you ability to travle back, though not how you thought, potent.
Thanks Paul 🙂
Pleasure