old growth

grow old
be safe

days months years

within this cold cell
built from asbestos fibre and bone

when your mind rests inside a vacuum
you think you can’t be broken

dead weight perfection
the way the door swings closed
and bolts slide into their keeper

four times left
stop at forty-one

there was a time
when you and i were special
we only ever wanted to be happy

emotionally entitled is
living life
with terminal illness

your ego deserves to die

three times right
stop at ten

i don't know who i am anymore
the person you once knew
has faded
into remission
like an old forgotten friend
without a cure

why do precious minds
fail to crack the code
playing peekaboo
inside a faultless vault

two times left
stop at eighteen

years months days


old growth
shall fall
Written by case28 (Alexander Case)
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