Vortex by K.G. Munro

The past blends with the future,
Trying to forget, 
Memories of unpleasantness,
He faded from my imagination,
Died with my innocence,
I changed after that,
Purple roses, 
like thorns in my conscience, 
Sunlight reminds me of his skin, 
Glimpses of pyramids,
Symbols of a life we never knew 
But time stops for no reason,
For a second,
I’m back in the same place, 
I was left broken, 
The steam from my coffee is the only reminder
that it’s the past, 
Not an event in this reality,
But my mind keeps me,
Trapped,
Like I’m in a vortex, 
Part of me is alive,
but the other half,
Is dead in the past.

K.G. Munro is an author and poet. She has been published in Oddball Magazine, Poetry Potion, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, PSH, Splendeur Magazine and many others. She also has an upcoming feature in Green Ink Magazine. She also works as a contributing writer for feversofthemind.