Time has become an ineffient amity,
trapping the valleity of happiness because of
the perception of guilt,
virtous passion of one's past
guides new bounds for tomorrow's shine,
flowing through darkness before light,
yesterday's forgiveness holds today's trust
for the future endowed differently from the past
as the present revolves so sweetly,
shame how things now are perfect
because of the departure of the past,
lies couldnt escape beauty
for the falter of one's inner self holds secrets
that understandable ears cannot bear,
trouble lies in another world
more fitting for deception,
tears couldnt disturb preciousness,
sorrow has already eaten away ghosts
with lewd pains
and sleepless nights,
piercing as the solace,
closure would be another beginning one may need to start,
only pure recidivism accepted to correct what has been done
will write the passage that will
show that every light lingers,
forever couldnt be a possibility
unless never was in the vocabulary as well,
never was the beginning
while forever became the interregrum,
the only answer to expunge the ternagent,
meddles of pain and
memories that bifurcated the internecine and
atrabilious diseaters of before
and the neoteric glismpe of now
is for the luminary to guide it's once own escape,
eminence now is the infraction of the profligated truth of before,
new blood must be dripped and tasted
and the closure of a legacy must be derogated
to become the terminus of for every little light,
darkness fall first and last