“ A Near Dead Soul ” ~ draped in defeat ~

A near dead soul

Bled of iniquity,

Hobbles his way

Draped in defeat,

A façade now surly

Etched on his face,

Burdened with gait

That once held grace,

Who journeys in hell

From wrongful deeds

His mind can’t dispel,

Now sadly bears fate

That mirrors his hate!

ode to death of a friendship

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“ Who You See ” ~ may not still be ~

 

The who you see

May not still be

The monolith

You surmised,

And begs perceive

The elapsed time

Ought not surprise,

That who you see

Be but an outer shell

Etched so by time,

Wouldst bare a man

Of plus score years

You thus now see,

Yet seems to hide

A real me inside,

The while who I am

Matters not a damn

Who I was then,

Should mirror now

The who you find to see!