Bloody Awful Poetry
Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard
Chapter 18
A glimpse of ages past
Weighing so heavily
I recognize you’re still the same
While I hide in the change
You so long ago started
A dozen years maybe more
Have flowed in through the creeks
Unrecognizable I am at last
The way your hate flowed into me
As you called me by his name
I thought at the time I could rearrange
Your mind, so close hearted
As I battered myself against your shore
My choices are a bit lax
I shadow who you are
Trying to decide
If I should let you see
What I’ve become
Because of you
Torn in to
Partaking and done
Wished to be free
As the pattern implied
But you were only my first