Five Long Years--Of Double Entendre
My heart has Conditions
It moved off my sleeve--
Five* years ago:
I planned their itinerary
I slept under the sun
Then, Masqueraded in the moonlight--
Just four* years passed:
I stumbled into a sea of aluminum and glass
To be Anaheim's captive
I frequently danced with death--
As if with three* more years to live:
I ardently searched for death's cousin
I awoke in sweet sunlight
With a ghost of my conscience--
Just two* years had shown for us:
Though our demons would assemble, silently
I felt the frigid air within my bones
Stumbling, feverishly, with Epimethius--
I affixed to the vexing, with ease, in one* year:
To plummet, head-first, back into obscurity
As this room's only occupant
I distort and redefine Regret's parameters
In order to create more chaos:
My mind has Conditions...
Copyright © Adam Kinsley | Year Posted 2018
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