How long I've felt this, I cannot truly say
But it bodes for the better,
And for what I cannot say.
I thought and thought while others played
Among the brilliant blacks and grays
Of our childhood,
Reveling in the dark clouds,
Bound to the earth.
I have lived differently (do, will)
And I regret only things
That are worth regretting (nothing, never).
In these dark abodes of memory,
The playground of our misery,
I now seldom tether those rusty chains.
How long I'll feel this (always, forever),
Means the darkness holds me closer--
Its cold embrace strangles, closer,
Beneath the peaceful moon.
