October 7, 2006 § Leave a comment

Waves of despair weave through
checkering the fabric of life,
Leaving the skin numb’d
exposed to complacency.

Take me back to yesterday,
when I knew not enough;
yet loved all I had…
could ask for more,
Without fear of gluttony,
or desperation to rejoice.

Pass’d that experienced oblivion,
born of a different complacency.

Time when questions many,
matter’d nor answers,
Those virtues usurped
consequences unimagined!


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