Growing up.

Bittersweet as they are, memories flood; my emotions intertwine.
Suddenly fear, pain, joy, and pleasure combine

No more staying the night at my friend's house.
No more family dinners around the table.

I'm falling back, staring at the people on the other side of the door.
I'm getting older, I'm not a kid anymore.
I'm an adult, but I'm unable to cope.
My soul feels doused with sadness.

No more falling asleep while my nana holds me.
No more after school snacks,  while I watched my favorite show.
This is madness.


I'm almost twenty-seven now, I'm grown.
I have a wife, a job, and a life of my own.
I have gotten what I always wanted.
Still yet, I don't feel home.

I took those days for granted, I'm grown and I miss them.
The memories now are precious.
More so than any gems.

Bittersweet as they are, memories flood; my emotions intertwine.
Suddenly fear, pain, joy, and pleasure combine.


By: Thomas James Tom

4/9/2020
Edited 4/10/2020