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The Year 1998
Don't know how I got here,
Cookie and Cream ecstasy stemming
From the unknow.I suspect
It to be nothing more than
Wanting to be alone.
The other day, I forgot:
A birthday, a friend, a time,
A beat, a feeling, a colour.
It is a funny concept-your
Memories stretching to the
Seams. Dreams of poodle-
Shaped clouds, airplanes and
Blue skies are Somethings That
I Used To Know.
In place of them came
The grass, unable to disguise
The Doubt.
"You sure?"
"Positive"
"You sure?"
"I guess"
"You sure?"
"I could"
"You can't"
"Yes I can't"
Couldn't multiply three
Digit numbers, now it
Is somewhat graver.
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This is my first poem ever. I always write in prose and I decided to try my hand at poetry. Written in free verse, the poem higlights my fear of The Doubt.