Walking down by the river side
taking longer and longer strides
as you look around as the park confides
all of its secrets that it tries to hide
it comes to a time where you must decide
which path to go home by
do you go by where the skateboards lie
or through the areas where memories force you to cry
you see the area that hosted so many meetings
all of which began with the fondest of greetings
but these no longer occur with connections fleeting
and no commitment to the group and the muddy seating
on a hill made up of grass and ruined by the same
as drug habits began to wax and wane
in a cyclical drama where all seeked fame
through herbs and powders that drove them insane
pushing all apart from a group we thought would last
where we believed that in the future we would back on the past
with fond memories instead of its eventual farce
where friends turned into something less
and you were always feeling like a pest
when you tried to reclaim something from this mess
but there is nothing left but memories unseen
that replace what can only be described as obscene
when old friends try to sell drugs over phone screens
so you elect to take a path not seen
where no memories bring up stifled screams
away from times best left forgotten
and a group of friends turned rotten
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
