February And Beyond

Where Once I Roared

Where once I roared out in a sullen rage,
now there are truths to me self evident.
Where I kept a sad monster in his cage,
now bars are down and sleep comes to the spent.

I cannot say what cause you made with me;
but it was all your own:  took on my taste;
the ground was all my ground you stood to see,
therefore your leaving couldn’t lay that waste.

My love was of your flattery maybe:
you made a man of flowers who turned to owls;
but neither am I now. I wield the trowels
and so I build what there was meant to be.

As out of love I fall, I reach within;
and from my inner darkness may begin.

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