Adequate

 

 

The past frustrations

Have taken a toll

I’m okay…

 

As the wrinkles appear

I feel old

But I think I’m okay…

 

I brush it all off

Try to remain bold

And I thought I was okay…

 

But I can’t seem to get away

I can’t break this hold,

I say I’m okay

But my thoughts

Can’t be controlled

 

In this silence

Even the southern heat

Can feel too damn cold

This is my last shot

The last chance to save my soul

 

And I’m okay with that.

 

-VSN

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