My dear, you are lovely, beautiful and bold
but lately, you’ve seemed very tired and cold.
Even though your age is not great in its number,
the chemicals are making you older, not younger.
Your mind is going with every bit you ingest,
it’s breaking every beautiful piece you’ve got left.
Soon there’ll be nothing but the ghost of a shell,
You’re not even gone yet, and I miss you like hell.
© 2018 Marie Allred