Yesterday
I found myself say
How come it's so slow?
Can't it have a faster flow?
Years passed
With everything in fast forward
Then... I realized....
It's done.... It's gone...
I'm paralized
I missed it...
I missed my life!
Come on... freeze..! PLease stop! !
My life feels like a story plot! !
Rewind! Rewind it! !
I'm sorry for what I've said
Please no period.... Once more instead
I beg you! ! Ignore it....
I regret whta I've said
Please no period.... Once more instead
I don't think this is about growing up 'fast and independent' as Ted M said...but I think it's about something said maybe not so long ago that created it's undesired effect and ricocheted back to the speaker. Full of guilt and desperation, this poem has grasped the perfect purpose of its writing...not to rhyme nor merely write words, but to hear and write what the heart has been shouting all that time, no matter how hard to comprehend they are. Great piece, keep writing!
really expressed.... greatly done.. with emotions and remorse... be strong..
When we are small, we want to grow up fast and be independent, on reaching that stage we realise life is not all than fun. The days as a youngster were the best days having innocent fun, no worries.............Nice subject and well written.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whatever it is we think about your poem.... you have your own meaning to it.... I agree with Ted M and Danzen... though they have different interpretations.... but i think it clearly shows how much you regret wishing time to fly fast... nice write..^_^