Tshephan Timuno Poet Free verse

The Fog

For the first time in years i pen something on a paper

Not a to do list or notes and no, not even a letter

For thr first time in years i express myself with words

For the first time in years i write something i don't deem beautiful but at least genuine

For the first time in years i admit am not okay nor happy

For the first time in years i question ky exist and purpose in life

For the first time in years am not afraid or death and the after life

For the first time in years I hate my ex for what she did to me

For the first time in years i admit poetry is like shelter for both the happy and broken

My words may not rhyme or are they mainstream but i assure you they're genuine and raw

For the first time in years i feel both happy and sad, confused and satisfied

Life is full of colors and for the first time in years i get to see colors that are not black or white

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Beata Agustin March 27, 2024 at 7:14 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.