Just in time for midnight local time, a new poem.
Again it starts, again it finishes
— Bacil Donovan Warren
Terror grips
The mind that slips
Into self-hating doubt
A thought renewed
My every feud
Is within and without
Not only fear
Seizes me here
But something that I see
Into my view
Comes someone who
Outclasses every me
I can’t compete
With younger heat
I do not have the face
I can’t sustain
Familial gain
I don’t possess the grace
He swoops in now
I don’t know how
The better choice is clear
What I suspect
My life, a wreck
Away from me she’ll steer
And as it always has before, I lose another one
My heart reveals, another steals, and I am come undone.