The Death of Us
Oct 20, 2023
I don't know where I'm going
I try to find the way in the dark
Piano keys, dented teeth
All is falling apart
I once believed success was everything
Golden leaves, rivalry
I hit a wall, like a wrecking ball
Not a thing to be seen
Signs of age keep me away
from looking at my face
on a broken glaze
I hate myself
I hate everything
I hate this side of me
Life is so precious
I want to cuddle it
Care for it
Put it on a pedestal
Protect it at all costs
Get old
but don't look old
Don't you dare!!!
Clothes hanging for days
Damp air, warm heart
You can see it from space
this unforgettable mark
Where there's art, there's no age
Where there's poetry, you only die halfway
© Barbara Perrupato 2023. All Rights Reserved.
