The merciless flow

once again brings on the ebb.

Kindles anew, that

brooding inner glow.



Lights a flame that's wan

over blurry visions fall.

Perturbs the wound, of

time eluding man



Seamless at it's core -

time dances by carelessly.

Laughs at our attempts

as we beg for more



With logic reversed

we waste time in dull remorse.

Grasping grains of sand

the wind has dispersed.



Runs through our fingers -

only then we realize,

the cruel consequence

of past that lingers



Easy to discern:

this truth is hard to follow.

Know I should move on

But never I learn



Such grim thoughts beset

me as well and when they do

I clasp them always

In pensive regret.

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In the last line I would've liked a stronger word than pensive, but all I could think of was Melancholy, without the "y" to fit the rhythm scheme. Suggestions for a replacement are very welcome.



/Give me your worst, Kakburken



EDITED: Added punctuation.