Jan 17

Death

Diminishing every day as we slowly age,
Almost like putting our souls in a cage.
As every day passes we get a little older,
But in wisdom and spirit, we grow slightly colder.
Colder as in,
Our heightened attitudes start to thin.
But we can't keep denying,
That slowly every day we are dying.

 
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