Never did I worry,
Nor did I weep,
I laid still at night,
And slowly feel asleep,
It was when my heart felt full,
And hadn't thought of the worst
Maybe cause then no one cared
About how to react
Or how to answer
No one worried about feelings
No one thought of other problems,
It was only small drama issues
That everyone thought were the worst,
But now not then it was the first
The first that I realized the worst,
Everything thing started with revival when we all had a second chance
But now all we do is cry
And worry
And weep
I have a shadow that falls me
Ever since revival
But that was when I had my 2nd chance
To shoo my worst
But my young clouded innocent self
Had no worry
Now its too late
And I may be haunted by my shadow
It stalks me and watches
It knows my secrets and my critics
It cries for more attention
Stealing away from me
Then I'm left behind as a shadow
Stuck in darkness as it prances off
Hoping with my once ones
Dancing with my dreams
Using tatics of my talents
Back in the Ages of Revival
I had no worries
I had no weeps
I had my once ones
My deep dreams
And my soon found talents
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Poetry
PoesieI have never really written poems before, but Ive always thought of it. I consider poetry a more precise detailed way to spill out the random, confusing emotional thoughts that rattle around in your head. These are my thoughts
