The Hazy Emissions Of Yesterday

   when i go to the yard of my shattered youth,

and stare at the reflection of the things that

i was denied,

i stop to hear the whisper that grasps my soul

and turn my back on the cold, hard stare of misfortune.



these things that

i have held so close to my

heart,

are no longer there.



you have taken it away

and i hate

myself.