Good Times Ahead...! Poem by Nemo Outis

There are no good times,
there were, no good times,
there will certainly be none.

With a dim light passing through my vision.
With rattling sound of my feeble teeth.
With skin, like the bark of a tree,
wrinkled, the beauty of time.
I tell you, the wisdom of life.
I tell you, of the thought that folds into itself.

Uncertain of my tomorrows,
my vulnerable days, as I nigh towards inevitable decay.

Cherishing the treasure of my past,
my own, my foe, my friend.My memories.

Enduring the pain of present.
I lie, nigh to oblivion.The Truth.
Nigh to eternal happiness.A Myth.
Nigh to heaven. A Fantasy.
Nigh to my wings of freedom. A Hope.

An Inevitable Decay.

Uncertain of vulnerable tomorrows
Cherishing the treasure of past
enduring all the pain of the present.
A man goes into oblivion.
A place of serenity.
A place of tranquility.

With the knowledge of a child.
with the ignorance of the wise.
Let's hope good times are ahead.