Time radiates dull
from my mind
and I can't see it all
I feel blind
The way it was
Is the way it is to me
and I still act young
and the world is still free
But reality is harsh
to old fools who try
to live in a fading world
inside a passing light
For they come with chains
and a great burning fire
to lock up my beliefs
and burn my desires
There is no Camelot anymore
or any myth of simple times
This world where we were all kings
is no longer mine
(October 3rd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
