Feb 2019
When I was a kid
Trees were what I used to climb
Soon I stopped cause I grew up
I feel like i'm enslaved by the time
Used to steal my dad's pen
And get scolded for that mighty crime
Soon the scolding stopped cause I grew up
I feel like I'm enslaved by the time
I did not value the moments
I spent when I was a kid
I would go back to past
If in time I could skid
Trees were what I used to climb
Soon I stopped cause I grew up
I feel like i'm enslaved by the time
Used to steal my dad's pen
And get scolded for that mighty crime
Soon the scolding stopped cause I grew up
I feel like I'm enslaved by the time
I did not value the moments
I spent when I was a kid
I would go back to past
If in time I could skid
It's been over a year since I wrote the last poem. I'm not as good anymore, I'm rusted, but I could not let one thing fade away from my life that made me want to feel proud of myself. Poetry. It's not just chain of words, it's chain of powerful emotions and it is a therapy.
