Who I Use To Be - Poem by wordsy wright
I was a king in the eyes of the man
that looked back from my mirror.
Tall and proud
as I stood before my vanity.
Stroking my ego
as if it were a thing alive.
Feasting on my own words
until I near burst
so full of myself that I was.
Stray did I
from the path I had chosen.
Lost in a praise of words
wrote by my own hand
and believed by my own self.
Torn by the desire of a soul
full of fire and emotion.
Lustitly yearning for
the attention I craved.
I came to find myself
left with only memories of a past
filled with lies of my own creation.
Searching for a truth
that I thought I once knew
and haunted by the call of dreams
of a whisper in the wind.
And as I once again come to take pen in hand
to set down the eternal flow of words
that fills this idle mind.
I find myself coming to a slow smile
as I feel the cold tingle
as the cobwebs are shaken loose once again.
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