Remember
I remember the time,
my eyes were full
of this purest hope
I hardly remember
How it was
To believe
I deserved
To hope
But,
Day after day
When I feel
The morning
Spreading
Its light on me
Painting
My face
In a way
I don’t remember
In a way
I don’t recognize
It’s getting harder
To find a reason
Or even just a pretext
To hold on…
This poem is about:
Me