Trusted
Can you be
Not some day
Disgusted
By who me
Is currently
Trying to
**** with
How long before you
Growing old
Place the blame
On the gray
Eats your face away,
Love me the same?
Could you still
Find a pill
That would will it to power,
Coax me from the shell
When I’m tepid and dour
As I become
Who I can’t hide anymore
The two facets,
A *******’s
Pacifist
Casket
Denotes composition
Of journalist dissidence
Thought that was your job
Then how did it get to this?
Lack of communicative
Former kids
In idyllic
Umbilical cords
Severed from
What the last plane attached them to
Back to you come