AGING
we are getting older with death latched on our shoulder nemesis waiting in line to strike our walls are already filled with cracks our boots hung but never dries karma comes with a cosmic price our sweat now reeks of unexplored destinies self worth? blatant fallacies mold’s already on our feet our mind’s losing its wit eyes getting discolored and pale our insanities being weighed on a scale birds softly chorus our dirges ahead of us is our distinct tragedies elegy written boldly on our epitaph six feet cold with no comforter we are all aging life itself is caging and time is limitless everything amounts to nothingness @talk2leigh (X & insta) 5:46am 15 May 2026
