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Seven Years Ago ...
You're looking down at me, blessingly
I reach toward the sky, extending desprately
Where are you now? Where have you gone?
I suddenly feel alone, I'm lost in the midst of the fog.
I feel shamed, I can't begin to explain
What these seven years have done,
How much I really fucking changed.
Into a person I never wanted to become...
In the fucking first place!
My eyes were such a bright blue,
Now I can't find a spark within this room
My visions distorted, tarnished and ruined
I wish to lay beside you, though, cold beneathe your tomb.
I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in destiny
I believe, somehow, this is just the end for me.
I tried to be strong for you, but no one would know,
How much I changed from seven years ago.
This poem... left me with chills. I'm not quite sure if it was the subject or your words... but I think it was a little bit of both. I love the feeling, the sadness, the regret, the indifference being characterized throughout your words. I love the self-doubt remorse shown through the end... and I love the ineudo of seven years ago. Such sad, compulsing words, can inspire anyone... truly... this is one that's just utterly amazing in it's own right.