Years that washed over me,
eroded my skin my smile my senses
time reclaims; what was given me - taken
but predestined dissolution feels fair compared
to carnage caused by
You - accomplice to whims of time
lulled me to security by our regularity
then vanished with those parts of me
coaxed from me unwittingly.
At least the years admit their crime.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Years that washed over me,
eroded my skin my smile my senses
time reclaims; what was given me - taken
but predestined dissolution feels fair compared
to carnage caused by
You - accomplice to whims of time
lulled me to security by our regularity
then vanished with those parts of me
coaxed from me unwittingly.
At least the years admit their crime.
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