Age takes it's toll Your struggles have changed it Is that life Probably so This is my first go around You try to fix you That's nothing new
Colors age You walk right past My life is cold I invite change You have questions Your path failed You see I was right
I am shriveled Fluids feel good in my arteries Thank you for the velvet We cannot share this bed No room for two The earth sounds like rain I'm hidden by the storm
I actually feel sad in this alot. The poem itself holds so much meaning and depth that you can't simply pick out one point you like about it. There is a very lot to think about here, so much is going on, but the words themselves aren't scattered everywhere. Altogether, I thought this to be a very interesting and intriguing write. Well done for basically stumping me in my feelings, and well done on a piece so deep. I ultimately like this write, and would absolutely recommend it to others.
I actually feel sad in this alot. The poem itself holds so much meaning and depth that you can't simply pick out one point you like about it. There is a very lot to think about here, so much is going on, but the words themselves aren't scattered everywhere. Altogether, I thought this to be a very interesting and intriguing write. Well done for basically stumping me in my feelings, and well done on a piece so deep. I ultimately like this write, and would absolutely recommend it to others.
I have spent many days in hospital care myself. You brought me back face to face with the pictures of my losses. I especially liked " thank you for this velvet we cannot share this bed". Sorry that you have seen these colors yourself
A lot to ponder here, the struggle to stay relevant in this realm, time's
relentless pace. Next thing you know we're looking in the mirror, and asking:
Where did it all go? I love the slow march of the poem, the questions it
brings up. And sadly I can relate. I like this piece Mascenik..