This is my first post. It is a poem that I’ve written:
I sit after dream hold looses grip,
To strip of all of the former notions,
And I find uncertain is tomorrow.
Day after day,
Days turning to weeks then months,
Still longing for more but only knowing today.
What is there about my life?
The shame is in the past, yet I feel a void,
As if there’s something more to do,
And when that time comes
I’ll know my life is complete.