Long Ago

There was once a time

Not very long ago

I could configure a rhyme

And make my words flow

But it seems I have lost that

And the drive I now need

To a life I only scoff at

When into my past I read

Because there once was a day

In which I had so bright a dream

It shined the darkest night away

For a silver celestial seam

That broke with every thought

Possessing my conniving conscience

Like a lonesome caged dog ought

To break free in his defiance. 

Defiance is shortcoming presently

With lonesomeness snuffing strong

All the life that harbors flow and rhyme

Throwing away meter for the distinct painful pleas

That nothing else seems to show.