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My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
Envious glances at shadows of the past,
But finding new paths, breaking free at last.
I scold the version I once knew,
Yet she wields my pen, my thoughts pursue,
Writing verses with poetic grace,
Before my conscious mind can embrace.
Tales of longing for loves untold,
Of abandoned connections, stories unfold,
A yearning for a place to belong,
Memories dancing, a nostalgic song.
I grant her freedom, a wild spirit untamed,
She resists restraint, her essence unchained,
When I try to seize the pen's control,
She sketches a frown, asserting her role.
She guides me when I stumble and stray,
My conscience, preventing me from going astray,
I am the horse, bound by her gentle might,
She holds my reins, leading me towards what's right.
Contentment finds me in life's gentle flow,
No longer dwelling on what may have shown,
As I gaze upon her playful art,
A smiley face graces my heart.
Published 15th Apr 2024
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