Pillage.

A period of egocentricity

From the yearn to

Sense ascendancy

'Tis so afflictive

Yet so swift

Teardrops descend

As the evenings pass

The pain remains

Like the cutting of glass

Some will remit

Others, never forget

Some will get through

Others, not at their best

There's not much to do

But walk straight and stand tall

With your chin held high

Your mind in appall

It's time to move on

To forgive and retrace

To take you back to the time and the place

Confront your fear

And remember when

Now is now

Then is then