Sep 2018
The days are filled with silence
I spend sunlight on finding answers
Waiting hours on end for night to fall
Hoping another day will carry chances
I used to sing my heart out
When I was left alone at home
Now I fear that someone might hear me
That someone is me, oh no
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
The nights are filled with demons
I spend moonlight on finding angels
Waiting hours on end for the morning
Hoping I'd wake up to a sequel
I've only lived half of what I can
I've only dreamed half of what I am
I've only sang half of what I understand
I only, only, only... just began...
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
I spend sunlight on finding answers
Waiting hours on end for night to fall
Hoping another day will carry chances
I used to sing my heart out
When I was left alone at home
Now I fear that someone might hear me
That someone is me, oh no
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
The nights are filled with demons
I spend moonlight on finding angels
Waiting hours on end for the morning
Hoping I'd wake up to a sequel
I've only lived half of what I can
I've only dreamed half of what I am
I've only sang half of what I understand
I only, only, only... just began...
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
I've been undergoing some low times lately. It may just be a simple case of writer's block or something similar, but after a turning point in my life, this poem defines how I've been struggling to find myself again. Maybe I'll never find my old self, but I hope to find my new self soon.
