Time

Heals All Wounds
 
I want to write poems
about moments
that I can’t quite recall
because the flashes
of memories
that still remain
make it seem
like those
were the good old days


I rarely, if ever, asked questions in class.
I knew the answer would surface soon enough.
 
5,000 years later … (everything will make perfect sense)
As for now, get high on the blood of the future.
 
Sacrifices always have to be made;
though it needn’t be your soul that gets sold.


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