Incest Poem 4 Poem by babitha marina justin

there was a limp
a slouch and shivering hands.
age catching up with
a man whose youth was
panting against time.
i slowed down my steps
to match his, long back
i used to trot
trying to catch up
with my father.
i slowed down,
my fading youth
irked by its own mirror image
my blood slowing down
to match his; despite
differences.
my eyes looked down
to a greying man
the shadow which was
strong and powerful once.
he who was tall once
now shrunk down
to his vital essences.
I...slowed... down....