Crooked Old

You’re old
Bent out of shape
And you walk with
A limp

I look away
Pitying you and
Hating myself
For the disgust that fills me
At your crooked frame
And sagging skin

You’re old
And so fragile
I’m surprised
You’re still standing

But as I raise my voice
Speaking slowly
So you can hear me
You roll your eyes
Unimpressed.

‘I’m old,’ you say
‘Not stupid.’

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

Crooked... or Crooks? ;)

[EMP]

love it. not much more i can say. i love it. "i'm old," you say "not stupid"