Passing Me By

I watch the years

As they fall away

Into some distant dimension

Of time and space,

Wishing and dreaming

For what once was,

But knowing all the same

I can’t ever go back;

It’s too late for me,

As I internally bleed

And my heart spills out,

Cracked and bruised

From all the damage

I’ve done;

I am dying.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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