Letter

Tell my old poems of my new life. Tell them I miss them. Tell my old poems I’ve been working, struggling, creating a lot more like them. Tell them I’m lying.

Tell my old poems my truth. Tell them I’m not the same. Tell my old poems I’m healing, tell them I do not have enough pain for poetry.

Tell my old poems I grew, tell them I evolved. Tell my old poems I fell. Tell them I got back up.

Tell my old poems the ocean is drying up, tell them I can’t flow if it’s drained. Tell my old poems I do not know how to create art without pain. Tell them I’m trying still.

Tell my old poems I’m trying to be happy. Tell them I’m not quite sure it’s working out. Tell my old poems I’ve been recreating, tell them I’m annoyed my pen is still spilling the same old ink.

Tell my old poems I’m tired. Tell them I still read them as a reminder of a time I didn’t try. Tell my old poems I was on the verge, I still am, I may always be.

Tell my old poems I don’t care. Tell them I do. Tell my old poems I love them. Tell them they saved me.

Poet amongst other things

2 comments On Letter

  • Dear Reign,
    I’m Larry i love your poems and all but i see no reason why you’d tell me you not into Juice.Wrld his one of the few that his songs speaks to our soul lost in the blackhole of life. I know as a writer you get what i mean, please listen and try to see reasons why “GOOD BYE GOOD RIDDANCE” alubm is a vibe. Thank you

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