I was pretty once
Like my heart
Now its all ugly
I am falling apart

My heart is weak
Out of feelings
My brain is sick
Tired of healings

Skin rough wrinkled
Bones weary cold
My soul seems ******
I am feeling too old

Spikes pinching nerves
Life hanging on fence
Twisted body curves
I am losing all my sense

Dust and dirt covers my face
I am not worried
I am not in a race
Just waiting to be carried
With grace and buried,
......in my lonely grave!


©sim