Looking Back
In life; I have been many different people;
as a baby; I was once sunshine;
to some; at times; I may even seem evil;
tho, to most. I’m usually benign.
I’m a dried up leaf; fallen upon the ground;
wallpaper; hidden in plain sight;
I am where frustration can be found;
I am the darkness of night.
My words, can seem soothing and calm;
whenever I choose them to be;
sometimes I even turn the charm on;
being what I want you to see.
My temper may even cause me to shout;
as tho I’ve become in a rage;
tho, anger is never what I’m really about;
so I quickly turn life’s page.
Often I tend to become quite chummy;
the person, I’m really about;
other times; I’m a ventriloquist’s dummy;
someone, putting words in my mouth.
Sometimes, I can’t believe that it’s me;
vanity has taken full control;
I’m no longer the one, I want to be;
darkness clouds my soul.
In the essence of time; I’ve grown old;
seeking acceptance of God above;
loneliness has made me much more bold;
looking back; I only miss love.
Monty 8.31.25.