"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"

Amnesia

I may have forgotten what it's like to breathe.

Forgotten how to take a breath of fresh air,

when all is right.

I may have forgotten that nothing is sacred.

and everything is taken for granted,

at least; once.

I may have forgotten that I pretend to be happy

a broken smile plays tic-tac-toe, and hide and seek with my happy childhood.

Scabbed Knees

bruised legs when you fall.

A kiss made it all go away,

mommy's love always did that.

But I've forgotten what it feels like,

to fall.

Falling was something I was good at.

I'd fall over my words,

over my own feet.

and then I learned to fall head over heels.

I may've forgotten how to smile,

so I tried to ask you,

and you laughed.