An elderly stage.
The cruelty of old age;
Bending the body to better fit deaths sterile dark womb
Weakened bones enclosed in deaths rib cage.
Preparations for the haunting dark tomb.
Defiling the mind with childish thirsts,
Frivolous lessons from past mistakes.
Seeking for the liquor to ease the pain
One sip is deaths cold embrace.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
