Unwanted life, unwanted needs, unwanted thoughts.
The times I would wish to just take a time machine
And go back to when, the grass was not green, but emerald.
And go back to when, the frost was pleasing, not threatening.
And go back to when, the chatter of birds were calming, not grating.
And go back to when, my innocence was the only drive for knowledge.
And go back to when, I did not want to leave everything precious for everything consumer.
And go back to when, I had a home.
This one screams nostalgia. I did not even know what the prompt meant! I miss my childhood sometimes. That is what I tried to represent in the poem. Again, I tried my best. Pari and I are attempting these together. These prompts are being hosted by Tyler Kent White and Amanda Torroni.