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Old

Sharp sand in my eyes,
Tears like blood dripping out scripture.
Fragile fingers plying dogma,
Nails like files working away faith.
Wicked wind in my hair,
Strands like time slowly becoming gray.
Dancing darkness taking the horizon,
Hours like death waiting quietly.

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Just feeling old.

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  • ian sawicki silver member
    June 16

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    a good poem, i can relate, i feel a little old myself as i recently had another birthday hit me in the chops. time takes us all.