My pride
Turns grey one by one,
each strand is shattered and broken ,
my skin crumpled, shaggy and fine lines reflect shiny white ,
a new foggy layer covers my eyes,
blurs my vision,
I can no longer hear my voice and the voice of others,
my fingers feel that I've placed a type writer in front of them they keep typing at a speed not waiting to correct any errors,
my legs ach every day, and my heartbeat multiplies everytime I think of the past,
I'll miss it I'd say,Cause my future is just a blink away,
So, I dull my anguish and infuse it with old et fragile memories, I laugh at nostalgic moments, create a movie and watch it a million time a day, cause soon it will find a perfect ending which is not far away.
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