New Wave

Searching through the late night
Wondering...

Oh how things have changed

I used to stay up so late
Frantically spilling my heart
Pouring out onto the page
And oh how I’ve missed it so
Perhaps the greatest heartache
Abandoning my gifted pen
For some few too many days
Though it has not been silent
I was just stricken by my fate
A wrong turn left at somewhere
Or so I thought, perhaps a mistake
So I was lost and found again
Writhing in self-shame
Until I found the courage to return
Despite what they may say
Perceptions of an onlooker
A past that can’t be erased
I pondered what to do with these
My cherished poems on this slate
Harvest what I could to publish or
Delete them all and leave no trace

Then I decided it was time say
Fuck it, I’m here to stay!