To my childhood, too weary

[Ninva]

To my childhood, too weary
To speak or yield
Any love for it.

And gone are the days
That used to pass
Slower than today.

They do not come
Back like a rash
More so like a gas --

Inflaming from the mouth
Of either bitter
Or disgusting taste.

 

[SerraAvenger]

Yes, I like it, but I think that the a in the third line of the third verse is misplaced. Or the so, but that would leave a mirror and would look strange considering the pattern of the rest of the text.