A feeling of pure loss

A fall of tears a feeling of pure loss

Unmixed with panic angst, my thoughts converse.

Is this ancient grief or something worse?

My mind is sad and all my words are terse

My thoughts have changed I’m living in reverse.

Another childhood comes and I’m not boss

My dentures are alright without the floss.

Saves a little money, yet I curse.

I’m no longer pure, I fail the test

When my organs fail which will be first?

Will it be my knees or perhaps my wrist?

I had my cake and ate it I shall burst

The velvet glove has always had a fist.

I think I’m going mad, I’m round the twist

Ancient grief a submarine precursed

A fall of tears a feeling of pure loss

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