NaPoWriMo 2015 - Day 2

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Older now

Older than before now

Much older than

Then

When

I was young

Was I young?

Younger?

Ever?

Not the way things look

Are looking

In the mirror

Or to others

Other people

In the street

The sight of grey hair

Wrinkles

Shocks and offends

Me

Causes them to

Laugh

Whisper

Point

Nudge

Each other

But what do they know

Do they even know they’re born?

Torn

Between the two

Life and death

I

Stare at my meds

My medication

In my

Wait for it…

Medicine cabinet

Never had one of them

Before

Or

The routine

Of taking drugs

Not for pleasure

But for pain

Again

There’s an element

Of dependence

Rather than the

Reliability

Of an old friend

Whose end

Came suddenly

But quietly

In his sleep

The way I’d like

To go

At least

I think so

I think so

Much

Too

Much

Maybe

See

You got me

Started

On the departed

I miss ‘em all

My family

Mum and dad

Especially

Ain’t it sad?

Potentially

It could be me
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