Wasted Times
WASTED TIME
The time that I wasted is my biggest regret.
Especially in this place how could I forget?
Just sitting, thinking, about the things that I’ve done
The crying, the laughter, the hurt, the fun
But the chase is over and there’s no place to hide.
Everything is gone except for my pride.
With reality suddenly right in my face,
I’m scared alone and stuck in this place.
Now the memories of the past rush through my head.
The pain is obvious by the tears that I shed.
I ask myself why and where I went wrong
I guess I was weak where I should have been strong.
What an ego vie grown
My feelings were lost afraid to be shown.
I pretended to be rugged so fast and so cool,
When actually lost like a blinded young fool.
I hope I can make it at least I have to try,
I’m headed towards death but I’m not ready to die.
What my future holds I really don’t know
Now that the years are starting to show
As I look at the past it so easy to see
The fear that I had inside afraid of being me
Now I live for today when I’ll get a new start
The thought of it I hold deep in my heart.
I’ve gotten too old for this lonesome game
Of feeling real hard with no sense of shame.
Copyright © Patsy Seale | Year Posted 2012
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