Analysis of After All This Time

What I once thought was my redemption,
Has now turned out to be my damnation.
As the idiosyncrasies of the mind unwind,
I am forevermore lost after all this time.
Pray tell, what becomes of a man as this?
When he is lost in a world full of disease,
Where love becomes the ranting dialog,
Of the inane and insane wrapped into one.
I no longer desire to be held in this prison,
When you try and convince me it is freedom.
Growing accustomed to this deception I now,
Falter before the weight of this judgment.
Oh the nave, oh the fool, what drives this?
What lies behind the nature of the lies?
A shallow veil I am sure, but then I question,
“Have I lost all senses? Am I to blame for this?
What I have done in life become my undoing.
Who is to blame but the blame itself, or I?”
Still the mirror stares back in quiet desperation,
As if to scream out the very judgment of shame,
A reckoning of sorts that now bears my name.
Hear me oh love, hear me oh life, what am I?
But a mortal, but a man, but a coward in life,
That I should be held accountable for my deeds!
After all this time I have nothing better to offer,
Nay, except the words of a poem.
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