Cynical Self

This is about the realization of the cynical voice that fills us in age and the struggle to grasp on to the memories of a carefree youth.

Where am I this friend of mine,

That whispers fiendish lies,

And sour all my innocence,

The hands that tick in time.

Reflection of life's dull sheen,

From crumbling memory,

Obscure my ancient essence,

I've lived this life unclean.

My dues bequeathed as time's cost,

Once was I, but now you,

Wasted words expounded true,

Regretful youth is lost.

Warm the heart in darkened grace,

For me and I alone,

Retain that of which I was,

To hold this time and place.

Reviews

[Kenneth Compton]

Excellent rhythm and profound message my friend. One of your best by my reckoning!

[Kelsey]

"Warm the heart in darkened grace,
For me and I alone,
Retain that of which I was,
To hold this time and place"

Lovely. Absolutely lovely.

[TheJordBaker]

A very well written piece, with many powerful lines which leave the reader reflecting. good work!!

[Tai Ryens]

Rarely do I ever find poetry that connects the rotting of a darling fruit to the reminiscing of a past, carefree and fresh self. When I do, oftentimes, I am astounded by the concept. Many times, I've attempted writing to the concept as well; though I doubt I'd ever craft one as impressing as this one.