Chance encounter with my old writings

When I opened my book cupboard recently, a torn paper fell down and it caught my attention. I got that paper to read what was on it and it turned out to be a little poem I wrote in 2017. I have forgotten I have written something like that but I think I wrote it in a class when one of my best friends at that time back stabbed me so unexpectedly.... writing has been my mode of dealing with s*** since a lone time now 😅

I noticed that my writing style at that time is so different from what I'm writing now. I have been more direct and into free verse then. If I'm to write about the same thing now I would be more indirect with symbols and would word it in a structured manner. Reading an old poem now is refreshing because it reminds me how I was at 17. So I thought of sharing it with you guys.

Realization

If you ask me
which will be the better be
Fourteen years of friendship
One year of friendship
There was a time
When this would be my prime

"How can time matter in friendship
Time doesn't make any relationship deep"

But no,
no more.
It's time to change
That false mirage.
Thanks for reading!

Have a nice day!