1999

Standing in front of a house
A place where I grew
Watching people around
The girl I once knew
Those days are gone
Never again here
Playing the tired song
My senior year
Open doors became a path
Fearful for myself
They recognized my silent laugh
Little was known, little was heard
It's the nothing I've become
Forgetting what occured
Today carries a keepsake of it
Yesterday is gone, today is gone
Still they talk about the boy
It's the artist I've become
They read my creations
It brings comfort to some.

by Victor Osorio

Comments (1)

Im still mesmerized and loving it. Love, Melissa