the past i've lived
in tomorrow's arms it rests
my paper wings
arrayed in flames to brave the test
a goodly sort of ghost
a wraith of salt
my core of clay
a collapsed ******* ~ halt
of reasoning lax
a cipher sea ~ a sequence black
a great metaphor of fool
a mine of lack
oh! brave young innocence is lost!
heaven earth and hell
traversed at such a cost!
the seeds the weeds
have grown tall glass construction
i bless the first
and leave last to corruption
however have the
bitter tears turned hands to rust
how do the dregs of past
turn holy wine to
dust
soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
the past i've lived
in tomorrow's arms it rests
my paper wings
arrayed in flames to brave the test
a goodly sort of ghost
a wraith of salt
my core of clay
a collapsed ******* ~ halt
of reasoning lax
a cipher sea ~ a sequence black
a great metaphor of fool
a mine of lack
oh! brave young innocence is lost!
heaven earth and hell
traversed at such a cost!
the seeds the weeds
have grown tall glass construction
i bless the first
and leave last to corruption
however have the
bitter tears turned hands to rust
how do the dregs of past
turn holy wine to
dust
soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 14, 2014
I have a past.
It could come back to haunt me.
The mistakes of my past
I cannot rectify totally
I just have to live an honest life.
Perhaps the futility of the past
Will only serve to be an
Impetus to future growth.
