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.