Back in elementary, we were taught how to add the suffix "-ed" or use "was" to indicate that a verb is in its past tense.
At some point of my life, I found myself crushed at the weight of such simple words. I can comprehend what these words imply wherever they may sit in the order of words in a sentence, but I can now never let them slip away without wondering about the why's.
Why is it not here anymore? Why must it end?
There's nothing there anymore but the absence I cannot help but feel and burden upon myself.
At the same time I understood it completely. That the only justification for it was the fact that life has to go on, even if it may hurt you because you are not ready.
I was never ready for it.
And now I'm here, making a big deal out of verbs in their past tense.
God, I used to be very happy.
i don't know if this would qualify as a poem,but i felt the need to put it out here because hellopoetry has been a place of catharsis for me. it's been a year since I found this site and i've always felt that my thoughts are safe here. Thank you guys for the awesome journey, i hope all your pens never run dry. :)
