Age.

Lonely tolls the bell of age 

when those you love now disengage.

cruelly cutting words they use, yet

age is never what you choose.

You bow your head, the hurt to hide 

while being torn apart inside.

Every word comes bittersweet, with fear

of using on repeat.

       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     14-2-2026.

 

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Stephen's picture

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I am very familiar with the sadness expressed herein.

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, glad I'm not the

Thank you, glad I'm not the only one.

ramonathompsont's picture

Captures the feeling all too

Captures the feeling all too well. well done!

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, appreciate hour

Thank you, appreciate your comment. :-)