Ashes of Old

Ash of Old



Why is it that people thrive

On chaos and strife?

Pain and misery the medicine

Prescribed for tainted life.



Unhappiness and discontent

Named so; my sword and shield.

Hardened too, my heart and soul

Making it so easy… not to feel.



Yet here I am; conflicted.

Damn, it’s been to long,

Since last I tasted peace,

Upon this parched blistered tongue.



I do care what is said of me,

I do care ‘bout what’s been done.

All I know comes tumbling down,

A new beginning has begun.



There’s a lesson here to be learned,

Burning beneath the ashes of old.

Or is it as it’s always been,

The story just being retold?