A Year’s Lament


In a summer's midst I acquiesce
To reminisce but in my chest
And in my head I will resist
This sinful bliss I do contest

On borrowed time my truth endures
I'm drawing lines to prove my words
She's drawing swords but folding blind
I fold my hands on golden lies

Summer dries and falls on winter
Commitment dies. Compassion splinters
Past and future crash today
To my dismay, a new beginner

And further on old father steps
Right from left, ineptly deft
Contrite tonight I barely slept
Despite regret I resurrect

Slowly I awake anew
A blue eyed babe with tainted view
I hear a name on a breez's breath
A year's lament I shan't forget.

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