Taking up poetry again?

I decided to write a poem something I haven't done in ages. Just last night I went through some old posts. I seen some poetry I did and reflected on time... This poem is about reflection of time and the pain of growing up. That the hero is now older wise and more happier in life, the rooted reflection gives an indication of reflection, conflicting ideas and eventually settles

2920 days later

For one day and 2920 days,

It was just a phase,

Yet the wrath beneath still lays,

Ignited by old ways.

Fires, fearsome, flay

A cold heart of rage.

Shackles or cage

What do you gauge?

A new chapter, a new page,

The centre, front stage.

Forgotten blues, outrage,

All of which estrange.

Forever more with age,

Your hero hits old age.

With the wrath beneath it lays

Ignited by old ways

fires fearsome flays

And a cold heart of rage

shackles or cage

What do you gauge

A new chapter, a new page

The new centre front stage

Forgotten blues outrage

** -Masyl**