Poet's Resurrection [Part 2]

I barely remember how my poems could rhyme

Back in the day, a different time.

When I was a child with my heart still wild, 

When reality has not yet tamed me.

The haunting past sends chills to my spine

Reminding me how the verses combine,

When audience find semblance in the similar ends

But that was all alas, in the past.

It's my eighteenth year and I'm running amok

With the worse case ever of writer's block

The stifling reality has awoken me,

And I've seemingly stopped yearning perfection.

I barely remember how my poems could rhyme

Back in the day, a different time.

Once more, with faith I enter devil's den,

Continuing my quest, to make poems rhyme again.

                         Eddy Tan Jia Cheng || 28 Sept 2014 || 1:28 a.m.

Author's Note:

Earlier version of "Poet's Resurrection" was written on 18 November 2013. A poem to mark the day I continue writing poems after a long writer's block period. This one is no different.

My last poem was back in June. A full four months of writer's block was absolute torment, not gonna lie. I turned 18 back in July and I have to say, growing up didn't help in finding beauty in the world at all. But now I'm back in college break and heading into a degree for Cinematic Arts which requires more writing than my previous art foundation course. So I feel my purpose of writing back, and thus this poem to kick off my writing streak that I hope I won't break again.