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YOUTH Draining youth of this realm Was casted into darkness, Essences of their purity From within ones soul, Slowly killing the person You use to be. Drained by lustful thoughts, Dreams faded  By decaying hands of time and space, Bones decaying,  Mind weakening,  Heart dying as blood once rich,  Now blacken by time and age,  As life returns to a astral form, Waiting for deaths cold hand Reaching closer to your soul As bright eyes dim into darkness Never to have their purity  Ever returned to them,  For reality of life has been stolen from them Forever or till there reborn in another form  To roam on to the next adventure. By Anthony Sarch

Against The Ocean Tides The waves break beneath my feet, They shift the sand without sympathy. Here I stand, all alone, Wading across the seven seas. Breaking rhythm as it interferes, Tides clash against my row boat. I’m pained as I discover, The boots I wear, now soaked. No matter how hard I try to suppress the water, They come in repeatedly like slaughter. Soon, I break through again, Calming the seas as I count to ten. I will never understand their rhythm, Their wishes pass me unheard. Although born as part of their brethren, The storm inside me is never understood. The times they’ve tried to turn the boat around, The times they’ve tried to shake me to ground, The times they’ve tried to end this dream, Shows their misunderstanding of me. Repeatedly swayed from side to side, The fragile boat drowns in sadness. It’s tempting to give into the rhythm of the tides, But want takes its sails, telling it to rise. With its paint washed away, A wretched b