I Never Knew
These things I never knew,
Until I came to know them.
I never knew what silence was,
Until I heard my first sound.
I never knew what love was,
Until I felt hate all around.
I never knew what daylight was,
Until the dark fell across my path.
I never knew what peace was,
Until the storm’s aftermath.
I never knew what mystery was,
Until its secret became a gift.
I never knew what wings were,
Until I felt their awesome lift.
I never knew what happiness was,
Until sadness tore me down.
I never knew what salvation was,
Until I felt the devil’s frown.
I never knew what fear was,
Until I saw the angel of death.
I never knew what life was,
Until death stole my breath.
I never knew time’s true face,
Until eternity took its place.
These things I never knew,
Until I came to know them.
This older poem seems similar to what you are writing today. Seemingly riddles with lots of questions that get answered in the next line. A kind of affirmation that you are writing on the right track.
I have checked back on a few of my poems and find that I was writing much more into a fewer lines back in those days. Until I ran out of trying to top my last poem each week. Now I am merely dropping an eclectic attempt now, jumping genres randomly.
Ron