Morning or night? I never know
One thing I now know
Is the pain light causes
Who knew such a wonderful thing
Would cause so much hurt
For I am not speaking of the sun
As the times change, so does light
Blue light boxes show
the world, our world
For you see those that you've met
And those that you remember
But what if?, they don't
Nostalgia led thoughts aren't really me
That I know, but some truth they speak
Who do I miss? The people or myself?
The answer is more simpler
The way I felt those days
Times like this ponder the question
Am I happy? Was it all worth?
I try to think so but...
Why then? Do they all seem better
Was I the issue?
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Author:
Intentodealgo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Moving is hard.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
a relatable read, thanks for sharing
(the only constant in our lives
beyond, change
is ourselves, therefore it's only
prudent
to begin our quest for answers
from within, ourselves)
'Gnothi seauton'
know thy self
to liberate thy self
Welcome to MPS! Great first poem. Very relatable....Christina
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