Human

A poem about a person

Remembered

Is there always an indicator?

Something to suggest that this is it,

These are the good times

Or is it impossible to notice until they pass?

Maybe when you're living it

It's hard to see

All that revolves around you doesn't matter,

Then it's over.

So there they went

Maybe there weren't appreciated

Not yet.

Reminiscing becomes all too frequent,

Good times are remembered forever

Just be sure to keep creating. . 

Fresh

A little time has passed,

And there you are standing on a rooftop screaming

"Let the good times roll"

You've stopped living for yesterday

Started to create new memories.

To periodically smile about.

These are new beginnings

Fresh.

Independent

There are many ways to be,
You've pushed passed the past
Beginning to be carefree
And unconventional.

"I me me, I'm all that is important"

It appears you have become Machiavellian,
Perhaps you've taken this too far
Do you understand that they're people too?
Or to you have they become objects?
A stepping stone

Be careful
Actions have consequences.

Damaged

As you started to pick up speed,
A fuse was lit and set you on fire,
A fire that destroyed
Everyone in your path.

Did you do it on purpose? 
In your ball of fire
You didn't notice the ashes
All around you.

I hope it was collateral damage.

Free

Filled up with shame
In retrospect changes would be made
Looking out for number one
Is it possible without damages?

Perhaps you can make amends
All hope isn't lost,
Let yourself be vulnerable,
Admit defeat.

Is that too difficult for you?
To admit you made mistakes
With your carefree ways
Or will you runaway and become
The new kid in town?

Too many names...
Too many casualties...

"I am free"

Reviews

[Myzery]

I really like this. I love the evolution of each section. And the questioning. I question everything. Good work.