Tuesday, September 29, 2009

days.


these are the days.
this is bliss at its core.
foregranted, i have taken thee.

a day is a week; a week a month.
a month; a year.

where did all the happiness go?
i was once young.
i engaged in euphoria, in joy.

that glee was broken.
i felt isolated.

reminded was i.
that these are the days.

i shall serve with a beam.
in remembrance::
for i do not know; the inevitable.

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