Stars In My Sky

My Old Eyes

This is a poem about how nostalgia can make you feel sad enough to write poems about how it feels like to see the place you consider your home change forever, knowing it will never be like things used to be.

I remember the first time I saw my room empty, colorless

I was excited, for that was my new room

It was the beginning of new memories

where I got to choose the colors, designs and places in which everything would go

I spent joyful and despairful days and nights in that room

But it was my room

I could choose different melodies on the radio, I could choose to dance, I could choose to cry, to laugh, I could choose where to look, and would feel safely embraced by my home.

Now, I remember the last time I say my room empty, the colors still lingering

I was sad, filled with nostalgia for that was not going to be my room anymore

It was the remembering of all those years of old memories

I could no longer choose to stay, I choose where everything would go and what would be done with it

Those last days were just filled with old ghosts and pure nostalgia

It was no longer my room

The only thing that was left were the colors I had chosen, the still look outside my pair of old eyes that showed me my home.

It was the only thing left to comfort me now, the never changing look to the place I grew up with the longest and would always be the fondest.