The Truth Nobody Wants to Hear.

Brood over memories,

Long winded tales of glories.

But when dwell in the breath,

You live in the moment;

when you are drawing breath,

the past already dead;

while the future about to be born.

Everything is born and then dies.

And everything that dies is reborn.

No use of rethinking the past that is dead and gone,

nor think about the future that has yet to be born;

until it arrives.

This is one of my poems. Back in the day I used to love writing poems because at that point of my life, I used to feel all the emotions I had so very intensely and this porm is one of them.

I really dont feel emotions as intensely as I used to anymore. Maybe this poem might sound childish or well I wouldn’t know how it would sound in the mind of the person reading it but I hope you enjoy it.

:)