My body is a sunken mausoleum.
Within is a ghostly spirit who’s restless.
Sunken as my once youthful plump cheeks.
Within is a reticent tongue that lashes no more.
Youthful blushes replaced
by the cold purple of twilight.
The twilight of my life that is…
The wrinkles of time and misery
show on my skin as if I were an elder.
An elder who had a hard life.
Life has taken all the youth from you. Sad piece. But done well
This is a touching dark and sad, but as always beautifully written piece, dear Daniel!
To me, wrinkles are first of all a sign of a life that has been lived. Shared joy and enthusiasm, and the hardships which came with new opportunities to grow, as well.
As always, vielen dank! I’m still young but I feel sad and alone. Writing is my only way to vent now.