Ash Upon my Table

Would that we could turn back time,
we might last forever,
but as it stands we’re falling now
faster than before

As autumn’s leaf has ceded to the rising
tide of winter
so too my heart’s once merry song has turned to ash
upon my table

leave now, there’s nothing for you here
Babel,
just another name
endless repetition

pointless,
like your vanity
endless like my silent
rage

injustice
foaming at the mouth
holding on with dearest life
at the prospect of sunrise.

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