by Antonio Eramo
![Clanging bells](https://s45158.pcdn.co/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/pexels-grunge-texture-2610378-edited.jpg)
I wake to clanging bells behest
and rush to places I detest
I pour my roaring youth away
entrapped in “no” from yesterday
to know thyself is just a con
I knew her once and now she’s gone
the same paths as the day before
I walk today and feel unsure
Category: Featured, Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing