Notebook

I noticed my old notebook
That has been lying
On the bedside table this evening
It has been there for months
But I did not open it
It contains old poems I wrote and posted
In other poetry sites

This evening I decided to go over it
And read some poems that are good in my opinion
I needed to distract myself from the feeling of discomfort brought by hyper acidity
I had a bad afternoon due to it
That I had to skip my dinner and just took slices of pancakes

I found one poem that was featured twice as Poem of the Day
In one of the poetry sites where I used to frequently posts my poems before coming to Deep Underground
It was a good piece or it wouldn't have been featured
Some poems were just as good
And looking back I wondered
Where those inspirations came from

Lately my poems are more in touch with reality
With day to day life I'm experiencing as I live one day at a time
Unlike those poems I wrote before
Where there is a touch of unreality to them but more poetically spilled

I dream of putting them in one book
Not on a notebook that can be easily ignored like this one I have
Where only me knows what is inside it