Humor Us

With the curtains thrown wide 

we see the world gray 

and we know it's the fault of our own 

Spent far too long 

bearing crown, sword, and shield 

I write in pen

to get comfortable with my mistakes

to catch all my thoughts

scatterbrained

and fleeting

pens scratch the itch to write

better than any graphite

the use of ink before pencils 

I never thought I'd be 16

nor thought the grass would still be green.

At 5 I met my oldest friends

who I still talk to now and then.

At 6 and 7, all through 10

Nostalgic blurs remain of them.