memento mori

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Quiet morning.
Sunshine coming through the blinds.
Woke up from a nightmare, screaming, cursing, sweating.
I was old and sad, there was nothing to do
except to eat, piss, and sleep. Sad.
Life had slipped through my fingers.
All I could do is watch the happy young couples make out
and the birds flying.
Gazing at them from my window, outside life goes on,
while I sit at home like a commercial for diarrhea.
You are going to reach that age, back hunched over,
taking pills, not being able to wipe your own ass.
In my dream, I had reached the limit of my temporary adventure on this planet. I don't wanna reach it in real life.
I got up from bed, placed my feet on the ground, bam, I'm young,
for now...


Submitted: April 29, 2021

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