05.05.23
I remember way back when
my creativity was at its highest point
days were never ending
it was the hardest yet most thrilling
time of my life
seconds pass
as if it was a fantasy; a hallucination
six turns into seven
their alarms rang
nothing was to prepare me for this
as they say:
"everything comes to an end"
what about after it ends?
I had to figure it out myself
i was miserable
"If only someone told me"
Life doesn't come with a warning
but we make warnings for life
and it goes on
I would exchange a thing or two
to her or him or them:
life doesn't stop;
It continues.
things come and they go
its temporary, not permanent
so yes,
"everything comes to an end"
including the bad things
and the good passes back around
when the time is right.
YOU ARE READING
the opportunity of a lifetime
Poetrya series of poems written at school, also called my 'tiny poems'. all poems and photos are mine; please credit if you use. ☆ ☆ ☆
