Find the old me

by The Angel of Secrets   Apr 10, 2007


I sit beneath the purple sky,
the sunset in orange and pink.
Here sit, wondering why,
Getting headache of the things I think.

How did I turn out like this,
with a shell as hard as rock.
How come I hide things as it is,
and have a soul with a impossible lock.

No one is to see what I hide inside,
No one is to see whats real.
No one is aware of what I hide,
And the chaos that I feel.

I sit on my calming chair outside,
And for once, with a peaceful mind.
I think of the old me that died,
that I must bring back, and find.

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    I can relate to your words, to understand the true mining of the poem, and I like it a lot. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    I love the way that on the third stanza you use repetition it really add that extra something to this poem.

    xxx alex xxx

  • 17 years ago

    by Stephanie

    Wow.
    Amazing. The vivid descriptions were amazing, the flow was flawless, and emotions were strong and clear.
    This poem hit me hard. Mostly, because over the last year I have changed so much, I don't even remember who I used to be & sometimes I don't know what to do, I feel lost.
    Wonderful poem, that I'm sure many, including me can relate to! =] 5/5

    Stephanie Lynn .+.

  • 17 years ago

    by Tammie

    I can relate to this poem alot hun. Sometimes we change, and this seems like you are realising that you are. A good flowing poem, the rhyming natural. Awesome job. 5/5 =]

    Tammie xo

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