A poem about remembering a better past. |
I’m lost in a world, dying with no cure Missing those days when I was innocent and pure I only live once, I’m always quick to realize But I can’t even smile; I’m stuck with the sighs There’s one thing to move on from, it’s a troubling fact That keeps me from glowing on a pedestal uncracked My hopes are still high I can relive better years It’s just so unsettling, there’s no laughs but no tears It seems that the past weighs a lot on my mind With all these images and thoughts that remind How much better I felt so long ago But the present’s not the same as the past that I know I remember the times when I wasn’t alone Befriended by others, true colors unknown Thinking the world’s in the palm of my right But what I was thinking was not quite The fruit of the truth grew and showed me These lives were of crime and delinquency The only people that ever showed me some life Were living it dangerously, by the edge of a knife It’s so sad things turn out like this Anything would be better than this deep, dark abyss Feeling trapped in a void, a personal hell A place where happiness lies dead in its cell Where joy and serenity await their abuse It’s not by choice, feelings die without use |