The merciless flow
once again brings on the ebb.
Kindles anew, that
brooding inner glow.
Lights a flame that's wan
over blurry visions fall.
Perturbs the wound, of
time eluding man
Seamless at it's core -
time dances by carelessly.
Laughs at our attempts
as we beg for more
With logic reversed
we waste time in dull remorse.
Grasping grains of sand
the wind has dispersed.
Runs through our fingers -
only then we realize,
the cruel consequence
of past that lingers
Easy to discern:
this truth is hard to follow.
Know I should move on
But never I learn
Such grim thoughts beset
me as well and when they do
I clasp them always
In pensive regret.
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In the last line I would've liked a stronger word than pensive, but all I could think of was Melancholy, without the "y" to fit the rhythm scheme. Suggestions for a replacement are very welcome.
/Give me your worst, Kakburken
EDITED: Added punctuation.
