Time Condensed to Gold
Lighthearted days filter, time,
sift Pandora’s gifts from smiles and chuckles.
First days of Summer,
my golden years condensed.
Freedom never again
Companionship burning brightly, blinding
against all unhappiness.
I journey abruptly,
Wrench my eyes out of the light.
Darkness.
Two hearts torn,
Lives forever altered.
Iron masks donned.
Wandering, hunger leads
the mask breaks,
revealing eyes
that burn with hate,
see only pain,
that let in no light.
Former joy for naught
dispositions spoiled,
lonely and hateful to the core.
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Well written!
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love it
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DDR is my attempt at assassinating my feet.
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DDR is my attempt at assassinating my feet.
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DDR is my attempt at assassinating my feet.
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