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It Wasn't Built in a Day

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Inexorable changes

Await and could make me

The never the same again

Pain doesn’t phase me

Just days I go vaguely

Recalling the slightest

Fell trace of destruction

Of ego, my plight is

Temporal but permanent nonetheless still

For impermanence claims

My longevity’s will

My mortality withers

And wanes in the draining

Of acid rains flash flooding

Rolling plains staining

My unblemished vision

Of earth in decay

All our cares, all our fears

Gently washing away

In the ease in which loneliness

Courts me with avarice

Beckons me solemnly

Swiftly to selfishness

Inwardly drowning

In what can I gain

All in vane again

Feigning my ignorant blame

On all who’d oppose

My nefarious ends

Upon all of the roads

I pave

Goodness intends

inspirational

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