Here is one I’ve been working on instead of studying for finals.
I Wanted to Know
As a child I dreamt of being someone.
Searching for a semblance of what it all means
wishing to be a part of some bigger human history.
Grasping at the lives of the dead,
striving to see the secrets of their silence.
When I was young I longed to be in love.
Desired to be consumed by burning passions,
is joys and sorrows, ins and outs, ups and downs
I yearned to feel that thing so many sought
to help make this thing seem worthwhile.
I always wanted to know what poets seem to.
I sought it love
but in this life I live
its the struggles I wish to be free of.
Poetry isn’t love, it’s release.
This page can have my pain,
I’ll hold love for me
and those that share the same.