Years that faded into memory.
Friends who only came to leave.
Page in unwritten history.
Truths which are hard to believe.
Warm, clear tears shed from anger and pain.
Bad decisions made times thrice.
Unwanted, proud shroud of haunting rain.
Heart gambled with fates dice.
Growing older still young to this world.
Weary of hurt and deceit.
Such evils that are now unfurled.
Tired of all the conceit.
Restless soul still wanting risk and choice.
Not held back from mistakes
Knowing now how to use this small voice.
Gonna make my own brakes.
The future is still a mystery.
Till it is turned to memory.
Please tell me what you think
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Maybe you could change the "unwrit'" to "unwritten" and just get rid of the "my?"
Relevant to the time of year. Very true final couplet. -
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That's a good idea. I wonder why I didn't notice that when I actually wrote the poem.
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