Dark Poetry ~ Now Unfettered

The nails of time,
draw down my back.

Sinew beneath bequeathed.
Flesh cracks.
Blood moves to stain.

Pulse slackens,
hair begins to mold,
age begins to creep,
moments silence deep.

Back bend commences,
time lets loose,
my secret of secrets,
lies now unfettered.

Will any of this matter?

Rusty cycle set in motion once more,
your transgressions betray you.

Is your sin a sin of a sin?

Can you… just be…
Fresh, new, and happy again?

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