Fifteen years doesn't seem so long
When you're staring down the barrel of a lifetime
Tunnel vision, see what's in store
Look at what's waiting for you
Grow up. Get a job. Wife. Kids.
Real friends?
Back stabbing. Glass ceiling. Catch me if you can.
Grown old. Break down. Nothing lasts.
Is this it?
Fragile bones. Heart break. Back ache.
Waiting for it all to end.
Fifteen years doesn't seem so long
When you have so little to look forward to
It seems meaningless; a cosmic joke
Staring down the barrel of forever
Wondering what's coming for you
Fifteen Years
Posted by Helen at 12:40 PM
Labels: Fifteen Years, Helen Rose, Poem
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1 comments:
wow Helen, depressing much?
it's good though.
xo
Kayy
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