Old Life

At first
It hurts
So bad
Because all
You can think of
Is your
Old life

How you’d give anything

To go back
To even
The worst
Of those days

Stuck

In the middle
Of hell
With your old life
In view
But cruelly
Out of reach

It’s torture

Later on

It hurts
So bad
But not as much
Because though
You miss
Your old life
You can’t really
Remember it

You’ve moved

Just a little
Past hell
Further away
From the old life

Which though

You know existed
Is no longer
In view
At all

Torture still

But a little less so

Moving away

From what
You can’t remember
Towards somewhere
You’ve never been

Severing cords
With the familiar
Building ties
With the unknown