I slither from the beneath the sheets,
My cold toes lightly touch the floor.
Warm velvet robe within my reach,
Gives comfort as I close the door.
I pass the mirror down the hall,
Quick turn my head to miss the view.
The mirror sways me with its call,
I see myself resenting you.
Oh supple skin of dying youth,
Reveals to me unwanted truth.
Author notes
Picture Prompt: Credit Artist My_mortal_body_by_LadyTadriendra
I couldn't help but feel as if this woman in the picture is at the brink of closing the door on her youth. This is what came up when I thought of it.
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- Picture Prompt Contest Anything under 10 lines...Adult Picture by mysticstorm.
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Comments
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sad piece as the flush of youth disappears, but there is always something better coming along in its wake.
Enjoyed the read
Juls
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I really liked this poem in a sad way because you are right as age catches up our once perfect body somehow starts to go south !
Youth fails us, but I feel my best ever inside
Wishing you all the best with this contest
Julie
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A very interesting take on the prompt. I have penciled in closing youth for 2028 on sunday september 22. Till then, I will be young.
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Hahaha....you're not a girl. You just couldn't understand what it's like to look in the mirror one day and realize you've only got a "few good years" left with the rockin' hot body only youth can give a woman. But you are blessed with a rockin' hot personality, so droopy boobs will never be an issue for you. ;-)
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