1/30 This Time, I Notice Everything

Rewriting Memories

I’ve been going through my old poetry

Remembering the things I left behind

And for some faults I rewrite a memory

As if atoning for my sins and crimes

I’ve been thinking about my penance

The anger that used to flow through my veins

The words we spat were poisonous venom –

Furious – while I wrapped myself in chains

But now, this time, I notice everything

Understanding ourselves a little more

I was dying from all the coloring

Trying to cover the holes in my core

I should have been more sincere with myself

But what’s the use other than retrospect

It’s just a memory left on the shelf

For an old man who likes to recollect

I’ve been going through my old poetry

Remembering the things I left behind

And for some faults I rewrite a memory

As if atoning for my sins and crimes

I’ve been thinking about my penance

The anger that used to flow through my veins

The words we spat were poisonous venom –

Furious – while I wrapped myself in chains

But now, this time, I notice everything

Understanding ourselves a little more

I was dying from all the coloring

Trying to cover the holes in my core

I should have been more sincere with myself

But what’s the use other than retrospect

It’s just a memory left on the shelf

For an old man who likes to recollect

NaPoWriMo Day 1