The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Chronicles

Sunlight blinds his eyes;

paroled at last.

Don’t follow me,

tay in the past.

You will always be a special friend

But this is now and that was then.

You gave me character,

you made me wise;

But, I’ve outgrown

that deceitful disguise.

Your meaning long expired. I once again, move on.

You only existed to lead me to dawn.

Your anger so volatile,

your passion so rich,

I lead you to fall

into the endless abyss

of nightmarish memories and dreams unfulfilled,

Where wide-eyed restless youth alas, grows to be killed

By the insatiable heart, swollen with emptiness

and festooned with scar;

The heart which catapulted your journey

for that sun above, away so far.

The unreachable sun,

The intangible sun,

The alluring and tempting, orgasmic sun;

The sun which now

Burns through my eyes

Visions of aging terror.

I bid you farewell young man,

               ……see you in the mirror.

© 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Rogers

Placid Animosity
(B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Poems)

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