Where did it go?

So I was cleaning my room today and I found this folder that I kept all my feelings in...feelings in the form of poetry. I was really weird back then. I wrote about simply everything and whenever a thought came into my head, whatever paper was around I would just write on it. Just let it flow. I swear I have tens of little post it papers and water bottle labels and ripped pieces of paper with writing on it. I just think, why don't I write poetry anymore? I used to love spilling my feelings out onto paper like that. I guess when I entered high school, I just lost the passion for writing. It's sad. I'll try to get back into it.
Here's a poem from a way long long time ago:
"Chaos"
The dark, the light
The day, the night
The plane, the flight
The argument, the fight
The hate, the violence
The world in silence
No peace, the hate
People using other people as bait
The war, the killing
It's as if my head were spinning
The knives, the lives
The guns, the plunge
The cost, the loss
of war and people as if
the whole world was being tossed
(2002)

I know it isn't great, but it's at least something. Another thing I found were quotes.
"May this be you and may you be mine."
"What is broken shall be made whole"
Those used to be two of my favorite quotes. Interesting.

On another note, R.I.P. to all the people who lost their lives on this tragic day. And to the families and friends who lost loved ones, stay strong and continue living your lives like your loved ones would want you to. Carpe Diem.