Where is the world I envisioned long ago,
the dream that once seemed so attainable?
How did the star lose itself in the dark?
Where in my life did I go wrong?
Was I too safe? Was I too cautious?
Did I think too much of what society expected?
Was I too forgiving to the people that hurt me,
or was I too weak to show them no mercy?
If I could go back to the age of innocence
with all that I know now, I would've made a difference.
It's a risky journey, but it's better than watching
the world buried in pain and suffering.
01.15.19
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
