So long, it seems... <br />Years or eons, who am I to say? <br />Like the crackle of a static shock <br />Or the fizzing snap of a new lighter flint <br />The spark that can set a whole world ablaze <br /> <br />Did I lose it... <br />Can it ever be like before? <br />Cracking my knuckles I set to work <br />Laying down text in lines after lines <br />Like a mason slathering mortar between bricks <br /> <br />A mental sweat, a thought like a whistle <br />I look back, admiring what I've wrought from naught <br />Is this what is used to be <br />Or did I change, if so, for better or for worse? <br /> <br />Do I shed a tear, do I flip a desk, do I give a smile? <br /> <br />After so many years, things seem to blend together, <br />Separating yesterday from tomorrow seems to burden each hour, <br />But what am I, only a youth <br />I'll sit down in the corner of my room, against my wall <br />No. Not crying, not in rage, not satisfied. <br />Just in quite thought, <br />With only one question chiseled in my mind, <br /> <br />Did I lose it? <br />Did I lost that spark?<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/did-i-lose-my-spark/
