A few years ago
The velvety-soft duvet of my life
Began to loose its luster
It began to age
Far to quickly
And, soon, it crumbled.
The year I turned eleven
I stopped thinking of myself
As someone who could make people live
To someone who would just eventually die
The year I turned twelve
I focused too much
On the things that matter
And failed to pay attention to the people that matter.
The year I turned thirteen
I fell down a dark hole
And I got stuck
But I managed to pull myself out
Enough to see the light
And the light started pulling me up in its warm embrace
The year after that
The darkness of that deep hole
Well, it started pulling me back down
And I was stuck in a tug-of-war
Between darkness and light
Myself being the rope
It's a good thing light is strong
Because the darkness
Has gravity in its side
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
