Is It Poetry - Alone

Alone; from that fountain, Since spring now sprung;
My childhood birthed, back into passions room.
As others have, all gone over and into again
and I must now pass again alone, and afraid.
and the eye, and heavens one gated needle;
Where I once fought that eagle, out yonder lord.
Then left me again, and you passed me bye,
Come hear me, and my eye on those lips.
I ride a torrent, and water of red, inside alone;
Again, forgotten and never to be so different.
Winter blooms now, and I'm alone once more;
Gone there forever; the flame of no more.
The note to me alone, and lost in that my song;
My childhood knew no hold, and it's labored sorrow;
Unknown, and once mysterious, it stays and
Opens it's door somewhere, in you to sleep alone;
and as lightning cools, and that fountain once hot;
and spring with passion, heavy gone..away..

Is It Poetry

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