Corrosion

A vial of corrosive fell on the years of fear
further it devastated what was so dear
it was ironical,
it was something that should have destroyed
it instead brought insight.
it did not make you possessive
it did not make you want
it instead caused a realization
that forever it is indeed yours.
now it is in your hands
your skillful creation
the mould is your mind
define it your way to best fill the crevice.

A tomb in which it shall be enshrined
you run your fingers through to smoothen the rough edges
the surface completely distorted

Very little that can be settled
an issue over which reasons are disputed.
reading those depressions that are made
the probability of future being narrower than present fade

The light at the end of the tunnel
the water under the bridge
a lot is left to be said

What has once been formed,
what has once gone
seldom will you be able to reform
it seems the worst to have ever happened
death would strike
calamity aint a far cry
moving on further
there is demise of end of hope
instead, desire surprise

the bottle of corrosive is the device
use it with discretion
practiced the wise
the treasure under the cloudy skies and blistering heat
a walk in the rain, wetting your soul,
brimming ostentatiously a bottle of belief.