Cocoon

My body is worn out like

my favourite pair of jeans,

filled full of holes like

my life and its dreams.

It’s too late now to try

and turn back the clock

I’m just going to sit down

and wait for the final shock.

There is no point in trying

to stop the inevitable

when everything that has

happened is irrevocable.

All I can wish for is

that it will be over soon

and my body will be left

in peace in its own cocoon.

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