A letter to my past self

Time, the fickle thing has trapped you in its maze for far too long

Hidden in the farthest reaches

Where light even with all its speed, loses its stamina and cannot reach

There you lay

With all the cold horrors mankind forgot or cast aside

I see you have made friends with those you once called foes

All these memories, fleeting and faithless

You have somehow made loyal

They guard you so dearly

I almost forgot you, you know?

I almost forgot how we laughed at the stars 

How we dared the sun to burn us

How we cursed god

In my dreams, I take you up

On the highest height I know

You try to fly but you fail

I watch you plummet fast and hard and deadly

And somehow there isn't a sound 

You don't even make a dent in the dirt 

All that's left of you is me

Somewhere along the way I sacrificed you to make room for the world

And now there's nothing left but my memory and time

And I almost forgot you, remember?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I relate to this poem. I have spoken to my past self many times but never put it down in writing. How we change as the years go by. We win some and we lose some, but we do change and I am not the person I was at 22. That's not to say I don't like who I am now, but life's experiences impact us and our thinking. Thought provoking write.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

"Hidden in the farthest reaches

Where light even with all its speed, loses its stamina"

[Sami Khalil]

"I almost forgot how we laughed at the stars

How we dared the sun to burn us"

[Sami Khalil]

I like the title, the concept and the content. You are taking an account of your past self in a letter form. Keep up the great work.

[cheyenne s garcia]

great read! please read my work as well. peace!