As youth passes by
with our heavy sigh
one finds idle thoughts
of what things in time wrought
Consumed of past now
holding forever bound
Longing to dreams unfathomable
in disparate bid of desires fathomable
One In darkness alone
now hearkens to none save death's tone
World outside subdued
in blackened hue
Cascading inward unending fall
within this dark squall
Trapped in darkness's heavy pull
now held captive a fool
Black hole of despair
ever tightening snare
Escape is naught
when consumed of idle thought
Author notes
to much time on hand today.....
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