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I Miss the Days

I miss the days when we could sit 
And stare at the screen for hours
The only problem wandering  in
Was chores... but that problem wasn’t ours

I miss the days when peace was the baseline
And troubled waters shook rarely and soft
My normal was happy, my people surrounded me
It was hard to ever feel lost.

I miss the days when the world was open
And everything was true
Blissfully unaware I stood and watched the world
I thought I had an unobscured view

I miss the days when my close ones were close 
I knew them and they knew me
But people are gardens where secrets can grow
And unknowingly rot the seeds

I miss the days when I knew who was good
And I felt lucky to be little me
But most every person, myself included 
Woke from their blissful sleep

I miss the days before my eyes rotted
To see what my world has become
Shared morals are trampled and goodness a joke
And painfully I’m not yet numb

I miss the days when I didn’t feel all the heartbreak
Because back then it wasn’t revealed
Everyone watches with glassy eyes
What to me, had been concealed

I miss the days when my issues were shallow
Self consciousness was my only flaw
New feelings arise and I feel paralyzed 
By these things that I never saw

I miss the days of airy sadness
Tears fell but they never did stay
Now deep seated panic seems to sink to my core
From the feelings I wake with every day

I miss the days when I didn’t understand
So many feelings and concepts and phrases
And now I understand them yet I still can’t get through
Walls turned not to roadways, but mazes

I miss the days where I felt ok
And when I didn’t I felt I could share
Now it’s easier to bottle and hide behind a smile
Because no one reads my blank eyed stare

I miss the days where the feelings weren’t lasting 
Where my life could still be fun
But with every new day, the more I pray
To, like you, become numb.

Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2017

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