You think so much of your future
The fear of the unknown
The thought of growing up, growing old
The responsibilities that come with it
But you are so focused on your fear
Of growing older and older with each year
You forget, until you are reminded,
That the ones you love, and those around you
Are aging just as fast, just as slow, just as soon
A year for you, is a year for them
And every year, your birthday comes
And you are reminded that death is creeping up on you
And it will come, sooner or later
But your death reminds you
That the ones you love, and those around you
Will die, sooner or later...
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
