I've grown older, sicker, disappearing
reappearances of the past did little
to comfort, brighten, heal my days.
not that I much of it left.
And for the first time
My sunsets are countable
never before I felt more accountable
for my pleasures, riches, kins,
Time.
Never before I've been more afraid
of what comes after than death itself
and less passionate or care
of what mattered before.
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
I've grown older, sicker, disappearing
reappearances of the past did little
to comfort, brighten, heal my days.
not that I much of it left.
And for the first time
My sunsets are countable
never before I felt more accountable
for my pleasures, riches, kins,
Time.
Never before I've been more afraid
of what comes after than death itself
and less passionate or care
of what mattered before.
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