Where had the days gone
when I had said
all I could without fear?
when I had it all figured out
and thought life is as
simple as it would?Where had the days gone
when all I did was dream
without thinking of the cost?
when I have found my soul
and kept what I now lost?Where had the days gone
when I believed with all
my heart in the things
I could do?
when my thoughts were
nothing but of wonder and
only wonder would ensue?Where had the days gone
I wish to know along with
the growing pains
stretching my bones
If there was something I kept
and something I didn't let go of
—it's the question of where
had the days gone when I did
what mattered without thinking
of the people who won't
see of hear itWhere had they all gone
now that I've suffered enough
just to watch the lamp I lit
flicker away to nothing
—I spent days wondering—
where had the days gone
back when I wasn't afraid
of fully living?
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poetry❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...