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Brutalize the Body, but be Merciless With My Mind
Age, you abuser, grant me one simple wish.
The creaking doors that are my knees groan and whine
The steps unsure, a drunkard’s balance, dances through my fragile stride
Eyes once sharp are smoked windows that hide my truth from me
So easy to stumble on quivering joints that scream
Forever aware of toilets — too many trips, dribbles, shame and embarrassment
Hands, once fleshed strong, tremble below a carpet of blue veins, brown spots
The engine runs at a feeble purr, not a roar as fuel demands dwindle, birdlike
Standing is a bitter crackling of leaves called my spine
Yet a flower abounds to disrupt, corrupt and interrupt the ravaging of age
A mind free of detriment can shed the limitations of the physicality
The mind, life’s mirror, must not cower to the debilitating hand of time
Give me leverage to stay the withering of my thoughts
Smite my stature, mangle my muscle, gnarl and twist at tendons, but spinner of thread, I beg you, grace my aged mind with clarity.
Thank you for reading. Though many among us struggle with decaying bodies we must respect the journey of the minds within.
Kevin