Walking Into the Dark

Facts on facts,

Drats on that.

A pox on your house-

 

Throw down your crest, peel medal from chest, and rest.

 

Living for contrast.

As in remembering not to forget.

 

All that stuff is just memory.

Mime to Jest.

 

 

The useless battle is over.

No more four-leaf clovers.

All there’s left is empty spaces and time for growing old complacent.

 

The day grows colder as the sun fades at your back.

Walking into the dark you realize relief is what you lack.

 

Turning a blind eye on everything which did nothing for you in so many ways.

End of Meaningless days.

End of the fray,

 

On to full.

 

Cupped like a fake heart in a fake hand, thought about in a fake head trying to fake not being jealous as we make fake demands-

 

On your first last date,

And then she ran.

 

What a shame.  There was so much to know.

So much growth to grow.

Don’t ya know?

 

Life takes time to understand.

 

And now who knows?

 

I don’t.

 

Walk on to something new, get a better view.

Life moves fast, so moan and move on.

 

Like they say, don’t look back.

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