The supports are rotting.
I feel each creak and pop,
A symphony of decrepitude,
Joints unreliable and failing.
It's harder to arise each morning,
Back and hips sore from sedentary slumber,
Eyes blurry from disrupted sleep.
Ambulating more slowly every day,
Distances seem longer than they ever were before,
Familiar routes grown strange and treacherous.
I don't recognize the face in the mirror,
Supple skin grown saggy,
Jowls grown heavy.
Only the eyes are familiar,
Still bright and glowing,
The last ember slowly fading,
Witness to the relentless passage of time.
I will be buried in this body someday.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth6 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
Well, that’s making me feel the passage of time. Great job!