I decided to write a poem something I haven't done in ages. Just last night I went through some old posts. I seen some
2920 days later
For one day and 2920 days,
It was just a phase,
Yet the wrath beneath still lays,
Ignited by old ways.
Fires, fearsome, flay
A cold heart of rage.
Shackles or cage
What do you gauge?
A new chapter, a new page,
The centre, front stage.
Forgotten blues, outrage,
All of which estrange.
** -Masyl**