To look upon my life sometimes with little shame didn't always make the most of what I probably could have I suppose my biggest regret I didn't find my new found love of poetry sooner In life Through being Involved In poetry earlier I believe my my life could have been so much better more enriched through the beauty of reading and writing poetry Being able to express so much with the power of words to encourage and help other's to find the beauty of words
A poem about poetry and how wish I had discovered It sooner In life
Just hours since I learned of the great fall my childhood enemy has taken. My heart is shaken in internal squall. Yet still, there is joy which I partake in
Why feel guilt at such a time, so long sought? When others still roam the alleys of night; our nightmare meetings still frequent and fraught. The terror still real in the broad daylight.
I have been, largely, where she has now stood. I have ground teeth on the obloquy. I can’t rejoice now, though I wish I could **** this infernal anisotropy!
And yet anger smolders at the pylons; burning bridges and lashing at icons.
A few still remain but I never believed even this much justice could be had. I've learned late of this but it is still hard to decide how I feel about it. I certainly never expected to feel anything but contempt for this person but I can't help but to remember much of what they probably experienced. It's almost like reliving it and impossible to enjoy without unease.