The Auburn Ado

A soul hurt again and over stones a shield

The metal deep, impenetrable, nothing surpasses the protective field

But alas, nostalgia cracks re-open the ancient wounds

The sweet pain of pleasures from long lost blue moons

How can I not question all that I have become?

When my guilt replaces my blood, every square inch of my body in disgust

Over my conformity with the things that once inspired me to wage wars

And now, I close my eyes and pretend the words were never heard

A numbing numbness replaces the auburn flames

Kindred Spirits lost, hollow emptiness heals my bruised vains.

2 thoughts on “The Auburn Ado

  1. This is beautiful and you are amazing!!!! Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful words and for such a wonderful response…:)

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