Old Hearts
A whirl of colours, all heading down the drain
The grey ugly veil of winter has come again
My head senses the summer is here
My heart tells me it disappeared
Monotony scratches and claws at me deep inside
But under the glare of a cruel world
Is there a home for me, a place left to hide?
My words dismissed as weary and cold
But we are the past and future alike
This is the price to pay for being old
Taunting my heart for trying to survive
A dark world, a broken world
It drives my heart to the wilderness
Speech long faded and laughter long since deceased
Echoes and memories into the world released
Stuck here, lights dimmed and hopes destroyed
The echoes bounce around and I'm paranoid
Hours trickling away downstream
Here comes the self-loathing I deployed
My words dismissed as weary and cold
But we are the past and future alike
This is the price to pay for being old
Taunting my heart for trying to survive
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Old Hearts, which
was posted on May 3, 2011 by
Jee_Blue1875.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"It's about how our outlook of life dims as we get older, whether it's due to eve..."
This poem is filed under:
Lyric, Mature Themes, Narrative / Ballad
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