music A faint recognition A song I knew Once. Long ago, when I was still Young When I was still Happy. But now The song wafts across the room A mockery A joke of the old days and the new days They remind me of the old days And yet They aren't similiar And now the song Eats away at my heart Spitting out memories Old memories Painful memories Memories hidden Too long Neglected and decayed And yet This song I want to hear I do want to think back Even if it was painful For from sad songs There may be A song of the future Meant for me.
chiiyo's comments :
A semi-depressed poem, inspired when someone I knew started playing the piano during breakfast when we were at camp. It was a classical song, beautiful, charming, well-played, and the guy playing attracted a lot of girls that morning. This poem was a typical written-when-I-was-depressed poem, and yet, somewhat different, that always draws me back into reading. The rambling style, with one sentence slightly different from the other in terms of context and wording, was very typical of the writing style I had then, which consists mainly of little thought and much scribbling of how I felt, as the feelings come, the wording and the twists in the poem more of a instinctive habit rather than a product of the mind.