Losing my mind?
That's not my belief:)
I can still chew, without a mouthful of teeth.
Looking into the mirror
I find some relief...
The past has passed..
And doesn't exist in my dreams.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
The ravages of time in this poem of aging with or without grace. Lovely
Valiantstar, this has a sharp, almost playful edge to it…like it’s dancing right on the line between instability and control. There’s something defiant in the tone, especially in that opening question. It lands with a kind of crooked confidence. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Aww, why they say to me - Why you looking for summat you never had in the first place? - a mind! or, a brain! lol.
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