I yearn for the pucker of youth that I once relished,
I ache for the shimmering face that could arrest the eyes of others,
A pursing of my lips only discloses the sunken contours of my face,
A wild flaring of my eyes only exudes bleakness,
My soul is dim,
I’m a shattered rose,
I’m crumbling,
I’m withering,
I crave the fragrance of light musk, summer dresses, flower picking, the lightness of step.
Time, you wait for nobody!
Time, you are not my friend!
I close my eyes in fear of my knowledge,
Inside I cry,
I fly,
I die.
©2013.alittlebirdtweets
a little bird tweets 
Those first 3 lines…Omg, loved them!
Thanks so much! 🙂
I SO feel this! Truly beautiful melancholy with that touch of realism that everyone can identify – I swear, this makes me want to cry and dance at the same time!
Wow, thanks so much for your lovely feedback Charlene, it’s truly appreciated. I have always been intrigued by age and how getting older affects people. I’m glad you enjoyed it x
Your poem said it all in one fell swoop which is why I loved it so much… your accuracy on how getting older really feels to a woman was so vividly compiled while enthralling at the same time. Plainly put – you hit the nail on the head lady! 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Aah! The curse of aging! For me, it is in the subtlety of it all- things really do fall to gravity even if you keep yourself in great shape. Well written.
true, true… true.
That first line, grabbed my attention immediately 🙂
Thanks Melinda 🙂
A wonderfully evocative piece which captures aging so very well.
Thank you 🙂
Beautifully portrayed existential exist. The writing resembles the Myth of the Sisyphus by Albert Camus. Anand Bose from Kerala
Thank you. I will have to Google the Myth of the Sisyphus…it sounds intriguing 🙂
sorry I meant angst instead of exist.