There’s something in the air,
I cannot conceive but force to bear.
The moments in my head seem to fade away,
Along with the events that occur in the day.
No pressure is oppressed, not one, none at all.
But I’m compelled to express that something so small,
It’s lingering in my head, a small hidden flaw.
I lack what is pure and I know that is true.
But as you learn who I am, It seems that it’s you.
No thoughts are unspoken, not one are untold.
But as I notice the world, it seems they are bold.
The sky tears apart what holds on to our hearts,
But the friendship is so strong, it cannot break apart.
The struggles, the issues, that take place every day,
Are just an example of another rainy day.
The judgements handed down mean nothing to me now.
They only inspire to keep my everlasting vow
There’s a subtle emotion that I just can’t ignore.
It’s the thing deep inside of me I have to implore.
As I compare myself to others, I only feel lame.
But everyone’s better at some skills in life’s game.
Hidden treasure to be found, the words yield, but are subtly shown.
And as I realize it now, I’m not really alone.
I’ve written my story, who’s out there to read it?
Is there one person out there, is he destined to heed it?
An old poem from months ago when I began to get into poetry...