just look toward the falling rain
all the thoughts of yesterday
just get washed away
into the sea of distant memory
the endless watch
from the far shores of night
ghosts of yesterday keeping the day at bay
just one step from the edge of reality
and all they want is to die today
of all the moments
mothers remember just the birth
of an absence of faith as the sons
and daughters just drift away
into the moon of future days
and fathers they dream
of people they loved
without regret they say good-bye
to remembrance forgotten
just broken dreams of adolescent memory
so daughters and sons
sing their song
looking towards the falling rain
of the eternal
and the ghosts of yesterday
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i really don't know how i feel about this poem, it isn't poetic, it doesn't flow quite right... and i don't know how much sense it makes, but considering it's the first of my "sober" poems that's completely new...
i'm glad i am writing poems again though, i just have to get into a rhythm. i may post all three of the poems i have got published though, not sure because the i don't remember writing one of them at all and two are...dated. not reflective of what i have written post-high school.
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