All'z he, I, me, r (things arn't what they used to be)

In the clarity of a fog

I see the birth of the dawn

In the stench of smog

smell the sweetness of perfume gone

In the brilliance of the night

bright shadows disappear

erasing the blight of foresight

with the light of fear

In the rumble of stillness

how strong the song

in an eidetic mind of forgetfulness

nothing lasts so long

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There is a sullen forboding built into this piece, a sadness as someone reflects up on changes over time. Crisp rhyming piece here.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the review and kind comments.