I Used to Be Me
I see the child that once was me, I’d long since cast aside, on the threshold of a dream whose subtle way escaped my eye until time had…
I see the child that once was me,
I’d long since cast aside,
on the threshold of a dream
whose subtle way escaped my eye
until time had made it clear.
I now look behind
to yesterday’s dark dampened mind.
Returning pieces of my heart I’d lost so long ago,
gone now, like the exhalation of the wind.
Grasping for the grains of sentiment,
with weathered palms deeply etched,
sometimes left with every season past.
Sunlight ceased to enter here long ago.
Strange comfort comes from the pain we hold,
amid a time of long discord
when days are dreary bent.
Injecting a symphony between life’s spaces
as tangible as curling mist,
the secretive soul hidden in our eyes.
The ambiance of ages passed
beseech me not to leave
or touch the places, now by heart,
that sprawl, unstirred by weary minds.
Though anger burns my calm will remain,
and by all that is dim, it matters not.