Our English teacher, Mrs. Gray, gave us the opportunity to write about our own experiences in early childhood but I decided to take a slightly different approach to this in the sense that I wrote about me, in the present, daunting on life and how different it was back then. I decided not to use any real rhyme structure in order to portray the confusion in my head and to add to the depressive tone through the poem. This was my first try and I hope to do such a thing again in the near future and I will try to actually have a rhyme structure since, in my opinion, it is more pleasant to read through a poem with rhythm.
Are deceitful things.
"My life is in the present,
My heart in the past.
I remember dreaming about
Life's opportunities,
Now I think of its miseries.
The world seemed peaceful
From my bedroom window,
As innocent as my childhood dreams.
I felt purposed for something,
Now I fight for anything.
Home was my castle,
The playground was my throne.
Home is my prison,
The playground is my fear.
The walls of innocence
Are deceitful things.
You can only see as far
As it will let you.
Once you fly from its nest,
There is no room for rest.
My life is in the present,
My heart in the past.
Looking back I wish I had more time
To dream, to smile, to laugh, to live.
Life isn't what it once seemed."
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