Hemlocked Heart

A flare up of defiance for lost rebellion of youth,
Loving and fighting were mind numbing proof

Through grayscale glasses I stared at the future
With dreams of a color I had never quite pictured

Whining at wasting lost days that long past
I’ll stay here today, making new regrets last
 
But my chest hurts, my palms sweat,
My breath shakes, as my brain flashes red

At the thought of the adventure of living,
my precious peace turns to patient dread