Twelve YearsA Poem by FireBornOmegaSums up the last twelve years of my lifeTwelve years
feel like twelve decades Their demand exceeds our
dying supply Recovery
rebukes the rising Recession The economy
falls into an endless dive and a depression
of shock and fear meets
halfway each year It will be
forever before the market of my country booms should
it never come, then I greet my awaited dooms Twelve years
feel like twelve centuries of pain and
desolation Isolation
is incomparable, people are changed and I accept my exile at the
edge of the earth in the winter,
banned from the cell’s hearth I
grow cold, I grow bitter, I grow impatient I feel envy
from those that surround who
seek my earned glory, praying I was never around Twelve years
feel like twelve millennia During
these twelve years of misery and desertion The pain of my
past plays me unending hide and seek set
on an open field, no trees, just towers Twelve years become twelve
turbulent hours Every hour,
the pain ignites my fears and
I will seek to hide… but only after twelve years © 2013 FireBornOmegaAuthor's Note
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