Now you lay here alone. 

Aged by bad habits 
fueled by your lack 
of self worth... 

Stripped of your youth
with those gaunt cheeks 
and sunken eyes... 
Stunningly jaundice  
and contently reeking 
of your own filth. 

Yet you regret nothing...  

And still disapprove 
of everyone 
and everything 
life ever offers you. 

9 thoughts on “Stripped

  1. A poem for you dear Hal.
    “Once I wanted everything,
    once I had enough.
    Once the kisses were so damn sweet,
    now they burn my dying soul.
    Once a beautiful flower loved me so.
    Now I am in the Winter of my life.
    I dream of the Spring flowers now”

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