Pleaded with myself to forget the past,

they may grasp most of all I have,

body – spirit played restless upon in laps,

this old soul shall never feel creeper fingers to pass;

Illusion bares no elucidation of fairness,

lacerations beaming loud, stammered cherish;

Under scolded wind,

we go sit,

wait – sterling eyes appear bursting onyx dimmed;

Memories have no worthy taste,

try squirming away unscathed,

they don't mind – yet , another rescind;

Tears trace instilled lens,

reminded lessons.