Con(Tempted) Poem by Maria Barcan

In the before
That treated me so sweet and sore
I dreamt of love. It haunts me still
And made me act beyond my will
I felt content,
but maybe not complete

And in the soon-to-pass
Alas,
Conned by the ages
And tempted by my age
I dreamt
Of dreams that came and went
And sometimes stayed
For longer that they should and laid
A web of lingering and doubt
And hope, and lust, and webbed a cloud
Of nothing but contempt.

And after this, behold,
I've made friends with the lore and sold
My dreams for just a smidge of peace
I dream of life and
I feel complete,
But maybe not content