Mistakes Poem by David Blake

Different the light, on a day like this when
I don’t seem to know you anymore.
Conversations in the dark, the rain, and
the smoke from what seams a thousand
cigarettes. Exploding with all the
passion and dreams of the youth that is
quickly coming to an end, I fell I must
sing and try to breath. Regrets are
among the things I consider as I try to
find the rewind button. My thoughts
wandering again to things I am trying
harder and harder to forget.