Ashes of Old

Why does this all feel so familular?

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?