As I sit drunk in bed and stoned in the head
I think to myself
How many early morning nights
Have been spent doing things
That have no purpose?
At this time a lot of bittersweet memories come
Marching back into my mind
With nostalgic feelings I hoped to never find
But there also comes something I left behind
A chilling memory of something rather kind
I will not cry and nor will I sigh
But I shall free my mind and let imagination fly
Allow myself to not be so shy
Ill go out and make something a new
A memory forged between me and you
As long as I'm happy and the love is true
The expiration of my life is no longer due
I'll feel like I can live forever
But ill always know the painful endeavor
That on some early morning day
My memories and I will be tethered
But now
Now these mornings have purpose
And they will no longer be cold
Because now a new chapter shall unfold
"dont let yourself stagnate , do something creative"
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Coloured thoughts: A collection of poetry & various ramblings of John Wallace
PoetryLike the colours of a rainbow , My mind too can be bright. I dont really have a fixed style of writing. I just go with the flow! I touch on topics of love , thoughts , emotions and even life. Mental health is a large contributing factor in most...
