A Change in Me

By @keeganflynn

Chapter 1

It’s been too long since last I wrote

Of happy days; of blood or smoke.

I can’t recall the day or time

The year or month I last made rhyme.

My mind has dulled, my tongue has dried,

My brain has shriveled, my wit has died.

And now I’m back to write again

If only I could still pretend

That nothing’s changed in these long years;

I haven’t struggled or cried out tears

Of fear and grief, at wars in life,

That every day cause me new strife.

But who can say what happens now

That times have changed and furrow the brow.

I’m not the one I used to be.

I’m not the one I hoped to see.

But maybe it’s alright to say

That all’s not well; I’m not okay.

For maybe this was meant to be

A way for me to set ‘me’ free.

And so in words I might confide

In hopes that it might be my guide,

And place within this tired soul

A will to live and greater goal.

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  1. hellolisteners

    I’m absolutely enamored with this poem. I love the form you chose to set it in, and the darkness of the story it tells. While it may not have been your intention, I like that this poem is something that can be related to almost anyone who writes. Your opening line set “It’s been to long since last I wrote of happy days; of blood or smoke” I pictured the struggles I’ve had when I’m in a rut, feel bogged down by society, or feel unable to create. There is a desperation in this poem every author has felt at one time or another. And, while that may not have been your intention, that fact alone has made this piece particularly special to me. Thank you for writing this. It is something I feel I can come back and reread whenever my life feels like a reflection of this poem’s narrator.

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