Fun never fleets
Never leaves
It's simply drowned
Inside adult minds
Cluttered with fading memories
Swimming in beer and gin
growing old is tough
How hard it is to forget
Constantly reminded of movement
Constantly staying afloat
To wake up is harder everyday
Under the cover of your skin
Flapping ears, cozy over heralding
Prescription medicine
Cold lips and cubicle
Tightening clothes
Speaking in cursive
Drinking
Laughing
Crying
Aging
I guess this is fine.
I guess this is what fun is now.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
