Today I moved from a luxurious gym to a mediocre gym, both having a world of a difference even when located 40 or so minutes away.
So Tonight I remissness of my old, iron days
Whenever I look at through our refined, dynamic, metal it reminds me of the growth we knew,
When I step upon these rusty, worn out, lies they show the glory of our lost shine,
When these foreign walls trap any inch of desire I never had for its form, all my body is forced to conform
Dreams of intense pains or pleasure cover my sin with eternal ink,
Why does that image stain dry in my eyes?
kiss my iron goodbye
body no longer ripe
eternally lost this fight
ancient weights empty might
Epilogue:
Hope You enjoyed the poem, and thanks so much for taking the time to read my latest poetry.
Have a nice night/morning/day
The Nameless Collective 