Unto the Past
The creeping silence screams inside the room,
caught between the fading light and the gloom;
alone I grapple with thoughts of a distant past,
days of youth that whizzed by and did not last.
Sick of the dark shadows keeping me company
while my mind drifts back to places so far away,
I dream of my lost boyhood's bittersweet refrain
just when intrudes the gentle whisper of the rain.
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