Drown

My youth would blow a happy breeze.
Through my heart as I devoured the world.
Now, in the debris of such smashed illusions.
I Drown in the tide of life.

16/05/202116/05/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: age, death, drownTags: death, drown, heart, life, Old, poem, Poetry, water, woman, young, youth 3 Comments