Where It Used To Be | Chinneye George

Tears keep falling unintentionally
All I do is look at the empty room
Where there used to be bliss
Now I hear the rain drops from the pores of the roof

Where did the spectrum go?
The arts and the antiques?
Where is the life I used to know?
And where are you through all this?

It’s not where it used to be
I see green and dirt
You’re not where you used to be
It stinks the odor of your shirt

Will it fold or fall?
Still trying to keep all of the past
It breaks me, and bitterness rings
Despair won’t stay far from me

Poet's note: Where I used to be is a story of a person being eaten up by the bitterness of the past, still not wanting to let go. Even when the memories don’t come with colors anymore and everything that used to be falls apart, the character still stays, where it used to be.