middle-aged panic

it hits you in a most unmanly fashion;

the sudden fear

of possibility vs. probability

and the time decay aspect

of human existence.

 

am i on a downtrend?

are the best days past?

is this decadence in real time?


fuck it; a desperate gambler

with a puncher's chance;

double up the position

and spit in the face of God.

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allets's picture

Adrift Inside Fate

The best days 

are

everyday: D ~S~



Onyamaichi

 

language_game's picture

well-said, madame!... thou

well-said, madame!... thou sayest greatly all that's optimistic in mine heart truely!!!...

 

;)))

Januarian's picture

Except for the last line,

Except for the last line, this poem makes a lot of sense, and expresses what is probably a widely-shared emotion.  


Januarian

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i guess perception is

i guess perception is subjective... perhapsss... perhapssssss... one perceives... interprets... composes idle lines of poesy... then uploads it to an internet-connected website muchly... how deliciously strange.