My presence had rested
beside you
At first it invoked an image before us
that we lived by,
but you discarded it...
I agreed,
we indulge nothing beyond who we were
We now turn all colours to black
When my eyes close they do
insanely seem
to imagine nothing
Astride of this inconsolate gait
an unseemly innocence swerves
Youthful wishes deny all pain
and guide beaten chests
But inside with you I lived
With you, a crave
once returned magic
With each page I turn
a stern event ensues
Futures lost rely on committed presents,
but then everything died
And these events have unravelled...
This future competes with a
distant past
Each stride along this stream
encounters dust
Marauders and loot traders
got together
and did that
she was left with nothing
she had just that
and nothing more
and she rued why not more
stowed away for living sure
she was naked
and bereft
and felt insecure
they had no pity
and they did it
like never before
their work was clean
like art lean and mean
she had a future that she had never seen
she was desolate
and inconsolate
and she should have been
for
those scoundrels
had made good
with her livelihood
the old woman
had stored
one grand from
social security
and had no more
on that they did their chore
she was alone
and her money was gone
she was forlorn
what did you think
till before
was this a story old and worn!
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