Saturday, January 7, 2012

Years Rip By

And you’re dwelling in the wake.

Earnest lovers have died and

Become apparitions,

Ghosts you cannot quite see,

Though you’d like to.

They are very sad, these and other losses.

All lost to the ever ready battery of time.

Serving a purpose for nothing except

This ripping of years that bends your spine

And breaks your mind.

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