Youthful Years

Tarmac; covered by the thick, black, blood of youth
Loud whispers of begging screams, yearn for the truth.
Closer then, than I am now, yet felt so far away
Because loneliness causes all vivid memories to sway.

Those dark days I drank distant thoughts of my parents;
Never have I drunk the thoughts of them darkest months.
We yearn for a better day, a better month and a better year,
Well; I traded my youth for this, and when it comes I won't be here.

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