Old

The old you


Long gone, many moons ago
On a dark road you lost yourself.

Trickle effect; our lives went to heck

Now searching for the old us, is done.

No matter the efforts or even hope for success...lack of such?
I will contest-
From this endless attempt comes defeat;
the old us are at my feet

many moons ago like an old coin lost on a dark road
We lost ourselves and now only our story is told