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




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