Just a peer into the broken piece
Of that old gleaming object
On the grey wall
Chased away the sweet smiling
Face of yesterday

There goes the youthful days
Swept away like a weightless chaff
By the regret filled whispers
Of the whirlwind

Frail arms that opened widely
Embracing tightly in a
warm welcome to old age
But not even a quarter of life's
Achievable achievements to offer

Faced with the reality of a
Procrastinated life
Trapped between two black walls;
The haunting nightmares of the past
And the frightening fears of the future



© Olivia Nutifafa