Passing Me By
I watch the years
As they fall away
Into some distant dimension
Of time and space,
Wishing and dreaming
For what once was,
But knowing all the same
I can’t ever go back;
It’s too late for me,
As I internally bleed
And my heart spills out,
Cracked and bruised
From all the damage
I’ve done;
I am dying.
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