The Present.
I've become one of those kids forgotten and all,
One of those kids who just aren't in the hall.
The kid that got along with everyone,
But a kid that left and moved from everyone.
Alone I sit thinking of that life,
The life I loved and how I lived that life.
Now I sit alone all day and night,
Wasting away once was, my beautiful life.
-Eddie Cox
Copyright © Eddie Cox | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment