Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The Haunting Of Age

Time Running Out (Self-Applied Ageism)

There's this feeling I should
face the mirror,
accept my lot -- wasted. (Whenever
I have passionate feelings
like young love) I desire
to reveal
hidden in this failing structure,
flowing words...but
that river runs out with a flick.
Dim light glows above the vanity,
won't lie (anymore)
to caverned eyes scanning
and perceiving the unwanted,
disheveled, unrepairable,
long face.

Running it back:

Time Running Out Like Ageism

There's this feeling I should face the mirror,
accept my lot in life -- that I wasted it.
(Whenever I have passionate feelings akin
to a young lover
that I want to reveal in structured, yet flowing words...but
that river runs out with a flick,
dim light glows (douses daydreams)
above the vanity, won't lie
to caverned eyes scanning and perceiving
the disheveled, unrepairable, long face.)


Revisit:

Dated. Living with flames from my past,
in this stove burning hotter,
more intense, destroying the flippant molecules
collecting in thinning air
surrounding a house soon to become cinder,
when it should ignite with the kerosene it lacks.
I can't be a lantern.
Words echo memories of reflections
of the little fireflies and moths that lingered
before the grave, shallow image appeared
in a dull mirror to haunt me daily
after I wake. Guess,
I'm getting up to clutch sharpened graphite.


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Perfect specimen inside a walking corpse with love to unveil.