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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I am very familiar with the sadness expressed herein.
Thank you, glad I'm not the
Thank you, glad I'm not the only one.
Captures the feeling all too
Captures the feeling all too well. well done!
Thank you, appreciate hour
Thank you, appreciate your comment. :-)