I do not claim to be a poet. I do not claim to be an avid reader of books or poetry, well at least not now. I loved to read when I was younger, I would read anything. Some 25 years ago, I stopped reading, if I said that I had not read a book in all that time I would not be lying. Something just told me I did not need to read anymore. I missed out on reading, I still have not read a book even as I write this. Something just told me to write suddenly, so I did, I wrote lines on paper that just came into my mind. I would not class it as poetry, they are experiences, feelings, they are my life until now. To some they may seem negative, some may sympathise, some may understand, but it is me and I do hope that inside all of us, whatever is written can be compared to all our life experiences
I remember as if it were just yesterday
When I gazed the room and saw her face
A light shone through the window, but it was dark outside
Was it a figment of my imagination, or a trick of the light
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