Thursday, February 19, 2015

Oldness

As I evolve into the new me,
A grave discontent pervades,
There is a yearning to be free,
But life seems to invade.
 
Sobering into maturity,
It is time to pull back,
Accompanying it, insecurity,
And it cuts me no slack.
 
Days begin to fill with despair,
The feeling won’t go away,
Encroaching, it slowly ensnares,
The imminent birthday.