Into The Past Poem by Thomas Plotz

Mind is failing
Thou,
They allowed themselves
To be trapped, in the cage

My cape is fraying,
Hung wasting away

Deposited hanging still,
In the dark, dark closet
Accumulating dust and scented must
Within the condition of uncirculated movement

Oh sweet God
I might say, oh I might say…

You Could See Me Dance
Make some romance
If I was younger

If I was younger,
I might have changed what happened
Maybe write another score
Maybe love my love-ones, more

As history screams
The hero life departed,
Then this place is just a dream…
Just looking into the past

T. Plotz
Into The Past
8 October 2018