Travel in time,
experience things in their prime,
maybe change the past,
sadly dreams like those never last.
The past is forgotten,
dismissed as something rotten,
existence even so much as denied,
was everything simply implied?
Even I don't remember,
the chill that killed that ember,
smoldering ashes crumble to dust,
all rusted over with sheer distrust.
Silence marred the time stretching,
in my soul darkness etching,
foolish sorrow,
pessimistic views of tomorrow.
The crying heart seeks relief,
finds escape from its grief,
childish notions fade away,
casting old beliefs into disarray.
Ideals held dear shaken,
To reality I awaken,
time heals all wounds it is true,
but it still will not make me forget you.
Author notes
I interwove past frustrations, future concerns, true feelings past and present, and so much of myself in this.
...Oh yea I got inspiration free writing about being frustrated by friends for anyone that might have writers block.
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