Category: Written in 2015

I used to be
A poem, a song,
I used to be,
I used to be.
I used to be
Where I belong,
I used to hope,
I could love,
I believed then
In Succour above.

I used to think,
I used to write,
I could smile,
In bright moon light.
I used to choose
Between night and day;
I used to walk
A certain way.

I could befriend
And not expect loss;
I used to voice
On a coin’s toss.
I used to be
A Father’s son
I upheld rules
Every one.

I used to be,
I used to see,
Now I know
What’s meant to be.
Now I am
What’s left of me.

And now we come
To the desolation
Of hope, to loss
And an isolation.

I fear nothing
No betrayal or hate:
A surrender
To a quieter fate.

I don’t need your touch
As you never sought mine,
What amounted to much
Was a wastage of time.

My body breaks now
As it rises in price,
I move to vanity
From everything nice.

I have taken lips
And not considered twice
Of how life adjusts when
Love failed to suffice.