New poem. As with most of my non-musical verse, it's screaming uselessly for my father to hear me, as even that cursory regard seems to fade. See if you can spot allusions to the other two I have up in this blog.
I Use[ sic]
I used to think a lot of things, I guess I know better now;
I used to think you'd always hold the sky up; wondered how
you stood with all that weight.
I used to think a lot of things, knew/was so little then;
I used to think the world & I could live as honest men,
but who even believes?
I used to think I'd never see from a vantage good as you'd;
I used to think that'd be worth it, that you held what was true.
You had never even found it.
I used to think we could punctuate to bring about proper ends;
I never thought I'd be destroyed by all my oldest friends.
Just so you know: I didn't[/don't]