Wrote this poem once upon a time in college…
Dark circles loom in sight.
Craters bother you no more.
Now what is left is just creases,
To take over the smoothness of before.
Sweet thoughts are all of confusion.
Anger leaves its footprints no more.
The only thing that’s left
The only thing one can still store.
Simple earth beckons to you.
You hear its call more and more.
Can you leave the sun
And the sky behind?
Can you take that step out the door?
And once it’s all over, will they think of you?
As time goes by more and more.
A dream. No, a fantasy.
That only comes,
When you are gone and no more.