Growing OldHave I grown old? Is it now where I seek out the memories which now seem more precious than diamonds? As my arms wrap around the tall shoulders of my younger brother, I see my age reflected in his eyes. The boy’s eyes which once held so much wonder from the world; are now the man’s eyes so dimmed by hardship. Though his smile has remained that of the boy he once had been. We recall the dark days of our youth with loud uproarious laughter. This laughter had escaped our youth now nestles contently within our hearts. We can now see the forgotten, unseen joys which we shared as children. He smiles warmly as the memories settle over us like a blanket. As the evening draws to a close we part, leaving me with a joy which I haven’t felt since I placed the ring upon my love’s finger.We embrace, feeling the time between us, the ache of parting filling both our hearts with the fear of the unknown. The fear that we may never see each other again. Though somehow we both kno
Inner DemonsAnger, you bite your tongue so hard you taste the blood.Your words are scorn and fire, for which to deal the blow.Another dagger into hearts in which you lose control,Forgotten are the loving hearts, inner demons of your soul.