Decay from missed opportunity

The dusty jacket, tattered, did belie
Within held pearls bespeaking truth
To bring within perfect symmetry
The recipe I needed in my youth

So distracted I walked through the falling library
Of shelves begging with every groan
To collect pages torn falling unwary
Those voices would fade to the unknown

About flew ravens taunting with song
Distracting devils daring a follow
Of a mind unwilling to focus long
On musical notes that weren’t hollow

Serpents slithered beneath the leaves
Signs of danger for those who approach
Those towers of knowledge bearing sheaves
Of thoughts the traveler could scythe and broach

But which pages dared I pick up first
Those on trees or those on floor?
Which words would help me quench the thirst
Of youth with trifles at the fore?

The life that gathered within those walls
Of falling embers that could not spark
The flames that once shone in those halls
Wanted me forever in the dark

And thus I left without a glance
At the tattered pages of truth finespun 
Walking away with such mischance
From the meaning of life on page twenty-one

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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