INNOCENCE LOST
Tormented by this nagging feeling
Of not knowing who I am,
I sit in solitude pondering
Where I've been and where I'm going.
I wonder what I've learned
From my mistakes, from the world I live in.
Am I stronger from the terrors I've faced
Or have they broken me?
Most, if not all of the poetry I post was written at least a few years ago. If there's one thing that medications seem to take away it's creative thought. It's not that I can't write...I just lack the inspiration. It's much easier to write a poem about things you are experiencing but are afraid to express, than to write about what you used to feel.
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