A Time Gone By

Consumed again is my heart thus
By a paralysis I cannot shake

Entombed in a day and age
That in a thousand mistakes
I would not make.

Unravel the chains of dullness
Leave behind the petty chores that create tomorrow
Return to a past it must inhabit
A past it never had at all. The sorrow

Of a destined life of cruelty
In a trance of the crude impatience of youth.
This isn’t for me. The blood still burns
With an unfathomable heat generations old.


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