I used to matter before I grew old
With age, my sanity and trust have been sold
I have been stripped and raped of my life
Stabbed, ripped open and shredded by reality's knife
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Very sad testament to what happens when we grow old. Some of the lucky ones find only lonleness in the twilight of their lives; others find peace. Good job on this poem. Anna
Except for the fact that you used the rhyme Knife and Life over again, another good poem. Not great, but interesting and fun read. I liked it.
how does the path know that death tastes sweet it hasnt met her yet it hasnt seen her greet if there's some one who can tell about the sweetness of death its not the path and not your heart its your last breath
This poem is astonoshing! .... it's remarkably painful and it has an extraordinary tone! .... i loved it seriously... beautiful write..10++!