Losing It
Aug 4 2025
It keeps you present.
Defines my soul.
Yet fragile, bent.
Belongs to me.
Shone socially.
Aging seas.
One morning stormy.
Next warmly day lit
Not for me.
Change leaves you behind.
Careless words don’t lie
Simply grind me,
Last one dies
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
Losing It
Aug 4 2025
It keeps you present.
Defines my soul.
Yet fragile, bent.
Belongs to me.
Shone socially.
Aging seas.
One morning stormy.
Next warmly day lit
Not for me.
Change leaves you behind.
Careless words don’t lie
Simply grind me,
Last one dies