Cain't Go back

You can't go back
To yesterday's dawn
By adding another verse to the song

When time was by my side
Now shows and slows
And disappears

'Where has time flown? '
Is but an insult to youth
Protagonist to the old
just an echo to me

While love was delegated
Regulated, copulated...
it bcame sedimentated,
Heated then pressured,
It became cold marble
Entombed in ways
that now are just
Memorried.

poem by Midnights Voice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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