Do you get days
You don't know
What you are for?
Days you feel
A waste of space?
Like you don't
Bring anything
To the human race
Or add much to the sum
Of human happiness?
Where are the
Days : I thought
I'd make a difference,
Had big ideas,
Came off the fence,
Spoke up for what
I thought;
Was fearless in defence
Of things
I believed in?
It's like I've
Woken in a different
Country, surrounded
By people I once
Thought I knew
Had assumed thought
As I do...shared dreams
Of a place we all wanted
To get to.
I'm not sure how
To be this person now,
How to act, how to smile
I'll get myself together
Find a way, to be myself
Again but I don't know how
Just yet. It could take a while.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
