Unrusted Poems | Examples

The Time Gone

Through muddied lens, I see a child's hand,
Holding on to his mother in a nice small home,
She carries him inside and a sweet smell evolves,
As a fog envelopes and the dream ends,
Too determined to relive those days,
To escape from this tiring reality,
I unveiled my 20 years of patience and toil,
A Machine, that will give me a second life,
Of innocence, of purity and of unrusted joy,
I sat in my machine, pulled the lever,
Bade farewell to this old deteriorating self,
As I opened my eyes, I saw the same garden,
Now the mud was gone, there I saw a house,
But....my hands wore the same wrinkles
The pain in my back was no more less but...
I saw the child, his mother in the sweet home,
I smelt the sweet smell of the trees,
I remained a mere spectator,
Forced to feel, denied the touch.