Lament of The Old

When youth and time combine.

Within Reason,

We Reason with our conscience to find

meaning,

A lost meaning within the seams,

Such stretched fabric

Tears at the seams of the woven blanket

over our blissfully ignorant eyes.

We're begged to stay innocent for the sake 

of remembrance,

Yet not of the past, but the humanity 

within ourselves needed to be brought into

the future.

One pauses in self reflection in an attempt 

At recollections of the innocence

constantly 

Mentioned when they were young.

We lose sight of the real when presented

with reality, and in a strange twist of fate,

find ourselves returning to the same 

fantasy we casted aside.

Youth was not the reminder of a mystical time,

It is the reminder that the world didn't hurt 

then, and it won't hurt now.

For me,

This morning.

Won't hurt.

At all.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This piece is so well written and thought out, I really enjoyed the message
given and the approach in doing so made it so easy to read! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!