Everything keeps crumbling down.
The riverbanks can’t hold the encroaching everlasting summer.
It’s a slight rise.
And a hard fall.
A step backwards. A place unknown.
They didn’t get it right the first time.
The experiment failed.
Evolutionary disorders of the mind.
I did try.
Not hard enough, according to you.
But your blinkers obscure your rites of passage.
I’m waiting. For that moment.
That one that passes you by.
That one that induces:
Nostalgia. Regret. And the rue of a thousand mistakes.
Jaryd Stapleton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indiscretions/
