Wrinkle
A death so subtle,
A tragedy in decline,
Fate already to stumble,
Collapsing deep inside.
With no room to tumble,
And a lack of secure pride,
The fool has come to crumble,
In body, heart, and mind.
It never is that simple,
It’s like I’m the last of my kind
Just a mere menial wrinkle,
In life, space, and time.
