In the Future

Gone is my silky hair
and dewy morning skin.
Replaced by milky twilight streeks
and uneven skin tones.
Gone is my strength- fluid-
and sharp hearing- keen-
taken over by pain,
and the calm solitude of nothing.
Gone are my friends
pretty and young,
and gone is their silky hair.
Oh it is that our hopes have been replaced by the normalcy of
despair.
Gone is my body
like a soft rhyme
but trapped in my head
I am a prisoner to watch all fade
to time.

-rmc

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