You Lost It All
A sympathetic guilt stricken with grief filled tears
trapped behind eyes controlled by a mind
greater than the earths atmosphere
taken by surprise
given warnings full speed ahead
trouble forgets the golden days
and the turn of events
albeit splendid of a complete haze
a massive fortune living in space
take me now
leave the hopelessness so well
prescribe in unadulterated fashion
cast your mast and leave a magic hell
forge your honesty on a dollar bill
taking every last morsel
besiege the given moments well passed
for days now my ulcer blisters to health
the sickness lingers over me
coupled with timing and the median wealth
not of any maker more of paper trade
I cannot help what I am
maybe only who I become
taketh the wealth
gone again
below time
where nothing stays the same
Copyright © Cantebury Jones | Year Posted 2011
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