Age
I'm old, older than yesterday but yesterday is dead.
Sighed its last breath, stroked its last caress, on me.
They make you older you know
Grate on you, love you and you cradle them and they spit on you.
Like I did to them in turn out of purity
Oh the innocence, malevolence born evil and they kissed me.
They will breed and destroy me.
Age, you're in my eyes weighted lines now in my face cracking and splitting at the seams.
I hold him close to my breastplate drawing a bridge to shelter me.
Building a wall that will break me
Copyright © T.R. Sevrens | Year Posted 2007
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