Pendulum

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This decaying pendulum inside

Feels almost ready to halt.

 

These emotions play with its rhythm,

Cause it to readily rust

And break to powdered pieces. *

 

You still selfishly carry the key;

Keep it buried away from me

Refusing to part with it *

Yet unwilling to save what you can.

 

You could cajole it back to life,

Fight back those weeds entwining it;

Save it from the deepest darkness

That has now become the fashion.

But oh how you love to watch us burn.