Mar 9
I used to be filled with color,
Filled with hope and valor.
Time for the wasting,
Butterflies for chasing.
Trees to climb and gold to mine.
Treasures to discover,
With music as my lover.
Two years ago I was a child,
And now my life is filed.
A number, a demographic, background static.
Not so talented, nor special,
Just like one like all.
Maybe it is you, not me,
Who has shrunk so vastly.
For my adoration declined,
But your wonder decayed.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
