Little girl,
Search as you mightThere ain't no road to find
Mere traces of an old life
You won't leave behind
Curl yourself up
Cry your eyes out
Watch the sun as it fades
In the horizon
And then follows
A lonely night
Run to your bed
Full speed ahead
Burry yourself
In a timed tomb
Pleased that it's all
Come to an end
And then comes the mornimg
A pesky alarm announces
Totter to your mimmor
The far end of the room
Raise your hands to your face
Trace the creases
Devouring your forehead
One more day has passed
9 comments:
oh this one is a bit sad...a reflection on aging...i dont ever want to let go of my little boy...or let him get lost in the creases...
Sad, but beautiful. I loved this. : )
Wow. That was so unbelievably beautiful.
Beautiful but sad. Great piece.
Very thought-provoking. Certainly not how I expect to experience aging but for many, letting go of youth is difficult.
Lovely and so touching.
Is aging so bad that it devours you? Maybe its the other way, that you melt into it with grace and perfect meaning. Great poem, love the femininity of your language :P
Aging is easy only when you accept the fact of it being inevitable
I like how you captured that drop of water before it drops. I am fascinated by that, and have never captured it on my camera.
Good poem,
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