Echoes of Yesterday

The light that flickers in the distanced air;

The fog shifts; it covers my face, dispelled.

Shadows of the city emerge light-bare;

Our past pathways rudely shot to hell.

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Desolate and aching, handcuffed and caged;

Never fully retrieved in the right shape.

Chasing us with contorted faces, gauged;

Begging to stay and still walking in cape.

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The world around changes, good and evil;

Mixed ingredients, making cake of strange taste.

Intoxicated by crestfallen lull,

Irreversible damage to the chaste.

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Our lives locked in monotonous rhythm.

Shimmering with colour in unsafe prism.