'Days gone by.'

Sacrifice the callow indignation, Raging in my lungs... i shout my designation, i hate what i’ve become! Bitter to the end, i’ll squeeze what’s left to bleed. Dry the hatching bloom, No more i’m child... SEE?! Cynical i have become, ALL GROWED UP, i be. But a child still runs round in me... Kicking cans on empty street, Destination nowhere, A train without a track, Simply heading forwards, Never looking back. Standing long in tooth, i look through broken eyes, Cracking scarlet withering, Another pill, i’m not surprised. Left over on the playing field, That no more i play upon. Children laughing, ball on foot, Those days be gone! Definitely, gone. Hesitant i wander, Peering at the life, That i know i cannot keep, Unless i get, to live it twice. Fellow, mis ... understood. Bearing on my knees, Begging to go back a pace, i dream of what i could have been. Look at what i created, A waste of, time and space. Joking with myself again, As i trip from place to place. Hoping home will come my way, Wishing i was young. Needing to be held again, No matter what i could become. And wanted none the less, Held close to stop the pain, Watching me so closely, Incase i make mistakes. Loved without prejudgment, Never frowned upon. Good or bad, you’d love me still. Those days be gone! Definitely, gone. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 01:39 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 10