I Grow Old Within Myself Poem by David Lacey

I grow old within myself,
I feel as old as the books upon my shelf
Growing dust and mould in a kingdom forgotten,
A sleeping beauty in a story forever untold.

Welcome my child to the palace of slugs
Here we are free to devour the green of our salads dressing
Here we are free to lay our stomachs to the floor.

I feel my skin slow oozing, my liver sick of boozing
Drinking never thinking, always sinking out of time
I lost my choice in choosing and now every second loosing
I keep drinking never thinking always sinking out of time.

I have become a friend unto the fiend upon my shoulder.
Now every second I feel a day older. Grey unto myself.
The mirror offers no comfort in reflection,
I draw the curtain shut. Here I am forgotten.

Here I am forgot.