by Kelly Revels

Created on: October 26, 2008   Last Updated: October 28, 2008

Gone

Gone are the golden pastures of youth

Gone are the gutteral howls of laughter from ancient times

Gone are the natural springs of childhood memories

Now all that remains are sunken holes with rubber

Gone are the smells of dew in the morning

Gone are the porch swings and lazy afternoons

Gone are the days of shooting rocks in the creek

Now all that remains are houses with no past and no future

Gone are the voices of idealistic measure

Gone are the chances never renewed

Gone are the faces so clearly etched in the minds eye

Now all that remains are headstones and dead roses

Plastic earings are all that are left

Robbed by those who supposidly loved

But now leave beer cans as empty gestures

The words "Get Away" shatter like glass

Gone are the moments of simple, joyful peace

Gone are the moments of belief

Gone are the idle pleasures of hearing the barbaric voice

Now all that remains are echos of disturbing unrest

Gone are the childish dreams so long ago erased

Gone are the smiles of your handsome face

Gone are the ties that binded family

Now all that remains are lies and murky secrets hovering like clouds

Gone are the years of security

Gone are the children who remember

Gone are the porcelain times of adolescence

Now all that remains is uncertainty

Photographs are all that are left

They offer no consolation

They bring no one or anything back

The words "Get Away" shatter like glass

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