Sometimes people look
Old before their time
  
The lines on their faces
Come early like
The sections of pain
Just couldn't sit
Inside anymore so
They seeped out
Onto the bodies
Creating strained
Pockets of water
The sadness that
Never got cried out.  

I watch faces age quickly  

There are young women
Who look like grandmothers
The weight of their anger
Forcing their skin
Towards gravity  

Their lips smile but
Their eyes hold no shine
They are empty,
Morose hollows
Staring from pictures.  

I wonder who
They think they're fooling
Or if maybe
I'm the few who sees  

I understand the shine love can be  

I wish for magic wands  

Sometimes people become
Old before their time  
Trudging invisible walkers
Made of situations
With heavy legs
Constructed from blame
And tearless fingers made
From strings of bitterness.

How long can a
Spirit carry such weight
Before it bends beneath
The dark matter
Humans pile
On top of themselves

Sometimes people age
Before they've
Lived half their life
Walking skeletons
Constantly searching
For the graveyard
Inside their yearning

There's a fountain
Called youthfulness
The ones ancients
Used to sing of
This liquid called
Love
They could drink
Become infants
Until the lines became
Infinite

But sometimes
People choose to
Age before their time

v.k poetry
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