What Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?

Ode to morose pleasantries
Their vapors swallow my day
Burden the winds with gloomy ember
Conjurer of sorrows I dare not remember

To fester
And stew in contempt
Estranged from beating solace
I am stripped of fellowship lively and bold
When heartfelt companions were squandered and sold

Recall the nights of quivering elation
Firm and whole
Young with promise
They perished along with the caring few
Fated to die aside the morning dew

Ode to quiet scorn
Bland with mundane worry
True wonders rot in its hollow reign
For dreary silence has become their bane

What became of the lightening’s flair?
Of the pursuant thunder that had its way

What of the restless chatter of youth?
Unknowing of the morrow’s loom
Graciously,
Unfazed by its devilish bloom