u/sprredice

I choose exile
Self imposed exile
Leaving homeland behind
For a better way to live

I prefer peace
Contentment and peace
Leaving judgment behind
Loving people as they are

A simple life
Uncomplicated
Leaving clutter behind
Keeping only what I need

Inner beauty
Healthy heart and mind
Reading books and poems
Embracing art and music

You choose your path
I have chosen mine
Free will or destiny
We get where we need to be

He came for my soul
Death came for my soul

He took everything that made me
Everything that made me unique
Everything that made me special

My self is dead

But he didn’t come for my body
He left that
So I could feel it’s emptiness

Is this old age?
The loss of everything?

Take the body too then
I’m no longer alive.

So I putter around
with what little is left.

No more excitement
No more ambition
There is nothing worth doing

Once a rich cup of coffee
Now only the dregs
In a dirty cup

But suddenly, I have an interest in abstract art
And minimalist music
And biology

Dark chocolate tastes good
How weird is that?

And I am writing poetry
Poetry, of all things!

(I don’t tell anybody I’m doing these things.
I don’t need their approval.)

I stopped shaving my legs.
What was that custom about anyway?

Herbal tea and a good book
A glass of port and old jazz music

The shell that was empty is filling with beautiful things.