Old Poems

I look into my past through old poems.

each yellowing page

telling another story of that sadness;

dark and full of worry.

I read and learn from them now;

just how much irregular darkness

resided in my heart.

Those nights I cried myself to sleep

always thinking this is middle school.

This is normal.

Through those poems I am reminded

Life becomes better

And poetry changes

You no longer write about your pain,

but how happy you’ve become.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Emmanuel55

"You no longer write about your pain,

but how happy you’ve become." 

 

Great line. I enjoyed this. Made me feel better about writing poetry myself and working through my emotions. Thanks for sharing!

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