Old Times

Old Times

A Poem by Thescientista

I used to be someone great.
I looked up to me.
And you did.We all did.
As a man preaches the word to me,
I look past him.
He sees the deep pools of sorrow in me.
He reads me so fine and well,
but what does he know?

I used to be someone with out fear.
Now I'm scared to even remember me.
I had friends around me.
Now their motionless bodies run cold.

I used to be someone who lived a thousand times,
but you would never know by my smile.
A smile that takes an eternity to surface.
So I wait for another life to be someone.
Someone great again.

© 2015 Thescientista


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Thought Provoking Piece... Nice share!

Posted 9 Years Ago


A very solemn write.
People sometimes hide behind a smile; you never know the fear or everyday pain that they feel.
A very good read that makes my think.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on July 26, 2015
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Thescientista
Thescientista

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