There are no words,
No
understated understanding,
No
common sense or rule of reason
Lets
me know the reason why
Such
fits of memory, or its lack,
Should
hack my often-pristine thoughts
To
cause a fatal gap so long and wide.
I
see, and yet my eyes are blind.
I
hear but echoes in my mind.
I
feel with fingers disinclined.
I
taste the waste of bitter wine.
The
favored savors I once knew
That
graced the air with such ado
Are
faded like the morning dew
To
places I may ne’er pursue.
Oh,
angst of age,
Where
peace should dwell,
Sad
gnawing, nagging beast from Hell,
Lost
logic bids a bold adieu
To
have a moment, maybe two.
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