Under a sky of perpetual mourning
the snows of sorrow
were melted by morning
a yawning sun that inspired a yearning
for roaming rogues high on romance
that bequeathed their love to mist-eyed strangers
who drunk-danced all night, blind to the danger.
Under a sky of perpetual winter
hearts freeze and hearths burn splinters
gathered and sliced by yesterday’s child
who watches the embers warm, worn and bitter
gritting his teeth as he frets and reflects
that the rogues of his youth
are the ghosts in his head.
Under a sky of perpetual pain
yesterday’s child pours his mind down the drain
as he numbs his tongue and drowns half his brain
praying the rogues will be cleansed once again
but the sky is perpetual
forever the same.
Under a sky of perpetual morning
yesterday’s child endures.
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