The Degrees of Change

The Degrees of Change

As our constant state

 Dissolves with time,

And time contends with learning;

The shifting shadows

 Find new steps,

And follow on ‘til morning.

As every breath

 Narrates its tale-

The truths that lack disconsolate harms-

The illusion of euphoria,

 Set with derision,

Bites at the thought of renaissance.

With every affair

 That involves inner form-

Luring us into self-destruction-

The need to escape

 From compressing walls

Can tempt confusion, every so often.

As last resorts

 And pleading, fail,

And lives become discarnate;

Realities tear at our

 Open wounds,

And decimate our present state.

Yet, furthermore,

 As we seize these prospects

That alter the course of our day…

See, It’s only the surface

That sheds it past skin:

 Depths of sorrow…

     Shades of grey.

Ashleigh Butcher