Slowly, I feel the decay
This once proud feet
Thos once proud body
Now groans under the weight
Of the relentless world
Once a proud body that endures
Is now a shadow of this former self
How long will the spirit thrives?
If the body could no longer endures?
Can I still walk the dusty streets?
How long until I fall to bits?
YOU ARE READING
From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
