Ageing Cells

If it wasn’t for the past where would we be?
If it wasn’t for the present, what use a past?
Every memory enshrined on a pedestal
A fraction of truth, a construed fiction
Whispers among dead leaves of spring

Failures romanticized for effect
Schemes and betrayals all neatly piled
A closet full of wasteful negligence
Covered over by a sheen of denial
The cross, the thorns, the spectacle

Filled to the brim with tales of bravery
Of evil expunged by righteous appraise
While misery still spreads pandemonium
Echoed warnings to mend our ways
All for nothing or nothing for all

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s