We are pursued by dreams misplaced
\nThe abandoned halls of our youth
\nEcho the melancholy remains of hope
\nReflected measures an absent post
\nWhere we sit, unctuous in our self pity<\/p>\n
With a self-aggrandizing motive
\nOur spirit, bespeckled with doubt,
\ncodifies the outline of our future
\nUnderwhelming our potential
\nAnd languishing on a circular path<\/p>\n
Does the past require such malevolence?
\nOur desperation reeks of ignorance
\nSacrificing what was for what will be
\nSacrificing what you had for what you will never have
\nSacrificing until you are the emaciated remains of you<\/p>\n
It is our hope that this distorted future
\nIs the distortion of our future, untrue
\nUnrealized history might claim solvency,
\npursuing our soul relentlessly, convinced
\nof that one last chance to reclaim, to renew<\/p>\n
And I search the shadows of my shambled home
\nFor this past haunts me at night, emboldened
\nand hyper-aware of my struggle, my own distortion
\nTo seek refuge in its thorny clutches, weeping
\nAsking for the untold future to be rewritten, again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We are pursued by dreams misplaced The abandoned halls of our youth Echo the melancholy remains of hope Reflected measures an absent post Where we sit, unctuous in our self pity With a self-aggrandizing motive Our spirit, bespeckled with doubt, codifies the outline of our future Underwhelming our potential And languishing on a circular path … Continue reading Melancholy Hope<\/span>