Ashes 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?