I Remember,
There used to be a time when time mattered,
A moment when mirrors shattered,
When we used to flinch when death uttered,
In his sleep.
When we used to pass each step of life,
With a cautious grin.
When we didn't use our knife,
For every little sin.
When we cared for our wife,
With no less spent for our kin.
A time when we were truly free,
A time where we ran as far as eye can see,
A time when you could truly be.
Everyone wishes they could go back,
Change the mistakes they made,
For the knowledge they used to lack,
Or at least for those memories to fade.
But not me.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
