Nothing to cure

They ask me why I don't react these days

I say I'm an old man now 

Hell doesn't burn me anymore 

Nor does rain cool me

Blood was blood when it was red

Now lead fills my veins and my marrow is blue

So don't tell me to wage a war 

I've no causes left to cure 

Neither will I rage now 

I'm now a pink and white soft cake. 

My time was long over and I'm squatting 

on all things borrowed

Soon could be evicted. 

Reviews

[Marina]

This is a most honest viewpoint on the subject of aging. Realising that youth has passed and the end is closer than the beginning is a sobering understanding. I think we shall all reach this point of life and how we react to it will have a strong impact on how the last of our lives unfold. While there is still breath, there is still life and more worth fighting for.

A very solemn poem, Sapphus. ❤️

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

even though i'm just thirty-four, i feel like i'm in my twilight years. i stopped getting caught up in all the drama in the world and just try to live peacefully day to day. some might call this zen. and i'm glad you feel the same joy i do. the world is not perfect, it never was. yet we can take care of the world inside to make it a happy place.

[Sapphus]

Real age doesn’t matter if you feel grey. Thank you.

[JustJulie]

Aging brings sadness and think the way you feel disconnected is natural the death of self becomes the big fear. Well done.

[Sapphus]

I fear death like all. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now"---Dylan

My only war now is against aging...and as the other Dylan...."do not go gentle into the good night"
j.

[Sapphus]

Biggest war but how for long? Thank you.

[The Unknown Sith]

This was a good read. I feel this getting older.

[Sapphus]

Thank you. I feel so old.