Thursday, February 23, 2017

31

31
Alone
By choice
By circumstance
Not lonely
Content of self

Its come up with peers
They say similar statements
Like, "were old." and, "its not the same anymore."
I can read their lips
Translate tounges
Sympathize
While being comforted in our shared struggle

Even if our paths meander
Stray uniquely
Organic fates
Its age and ours
Complaint adolecence passed
While surrounding us
Youth
Beauty
Dancing about the dying
Desperate
Dammed

We have every right to take up bitter
Attitudes angry
Against wasted arrogance
Naive irrelavance

Holding quietly
To glory filled fleeting memories, seeping silent away
Now
Right then

Until baptized back to surface
To be drowned again and again, again

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