Our youth slipped by so quickly
Quietly , scarcely noticed
Like the releasing of a breath
Half way to the other plane
We'll fail to notice
Until impending death
Time is now not someday
Leaking like a sieve
Decay only kept at bay
Regret follows sorrow
Reapers wailing brothers
Crying out for redemptions touch
Forsaking all others
Unrealized dreams Vanished happiness
Ripped apart at the seams
Rebirth a drop of watery tears
Substance dormant in a grain of sand.
Absolution's slippery hand
Cry out........live.
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