I have been underestimated,

Once before.

I have been hurt,

Once again.

As each day goes by,

I watch the clouds go by.

As time its self goes by.

But time cannot perish,

These memories.

These memories I have.

Memories of underestimation.

I have underestimated myself,

Over and over again.

I have underestimated my father,

My Mother,



I have overestimated,

…My Brother…

My Life.


I thinking about adding on a story to go with this poem, but I'm not so sure yet. If you think that I should, please review. If not, I would appreciate it if you let me know why.

- Emberseve