Through The Years

I believe as a casualty of love
I believe as a man of faith trust
those who are of substance become
rare as through years we thrust.

Time divides and articulates
each of of us we conquer days
that will end my friend begin
to see me as each day it fades.

My eyes have cried shades seen
the world turn over in rage scream.
I beg to the gods each day thunder
and at night sweeter led dreams.

I want to mark the day my own.
I want to harbor myself all alone
inside a place I call my home
where myself I can try condone.

The hours that pass by break true,
and I know so much about pain too.
The red I feel seethes it tries soothe
as I try to capture my own mood.

I’m in a race to the end of time;
there I do not know what I’ll find.
In one fashion way or design I hope
sense in my life I can combine.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Jaya Avendel says:

    Beautiful this pulsating narrative! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Why thank you Jaya!!

      Liked by 1 person

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