drowsy eyes
held together
by thinning lashes
and a face resembling
a corpse's charred remains.
enigmatic smiles
morph into a blank mask
that would fade into the
sweet o b l i v i o n
that would end
our days.
our days, which are already
tinged with the i n s a n i t y
that is brought with age.
whisper your condolences,
this s e n i l i t y is about to
e n d.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
