On Age

The corpse quickly ends
my childhood days.
A fog of maybes wrapped in strangers
Empty tables
Guilty questions
A perfect mask buys comfort,
only for a short while.


2 thoughts on “On Age

  1. Nicky June 16, 2011 / 10:25

    I love your poetry! I like how it’s not overstated. You hit it on the head. Love your site and miss you! I have a card to send you and was looking you up.

    • Gia Portfolio June 18, 2011 / 10:25

      Thanks Nicky! I miss you too. Let’s catch up soon!

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