A Rising Lament
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August.11.2023
Creative Writing Prompts Poetry Contest
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I know, I grow old, I grow old….
As silver threads peek in my head.
The flush on radiant cheeks wanes,
And a pallid tint creeps unseen.
Fading years have robbed the ardour,
And a rigid sobriety sinks and settles.
With EXPENSIVE health gadgets
I cannot bring back my lost youth.
I hear the howl of autumn winds,
That come to shake off the yellowing leaves.
Dragging tired feet through pavements
I try in vain to keep pace with the young.
Mind grows agitated and distressed
As the bones beneath the skin go brittle.
I drag myself with BRUISE in mind and body
Like a rusted machine never overhauled.
The soul grows anxious and annoyed,
With no CONVINCING solutions to track.......!
There is a tumult in my silence
Like the undercurrents of calm waters.
Through miles on dreary miles of gloom
That stretch out before the eyes, endless,
Where can I find a quiet haven
To lower my burden and rest awhile?
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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