I Used To Be

I used to be a poet with a vision

now I am just a blabbermouth, overflowing with emotions

gasping for air, ignoring the sensitive notions

as the brain collapses into aberration.

I used to be the star that shines

within a periphery filled with mines

now I am more darkness

and my soul seems restless.

I used to burst out the beautiful knowledge

the things that set me marvelously on edge

full of drugs and unfulfilled dreams

I lay in failure’s unavoidable stream

I used to be

I used to steal happiness for free

decisions undertaken with a convoluted heart

contributed to sadness’s heavy price from the start.

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