• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    Days

    The day rose up
    Upon tired weary
    Legs
    Where the warmth of sun
    faded
    Drew back the nights
    hum
    Pressed upon me
    The broken
    shards
    That once was myself whole.
    I could
    see
    Where the years had
    tethered me
    Where stands
    of gray now break
    multiply
    Breed to corruption
    Of time
    turns its back on
    youth
    The old
    days
    When no cares
    Nor worries held
    Nor breathed
    the sighs of
    days.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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