an infectious day that seeps in to infest,
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every inch of my body, to my heart inside my chest.
today, a day to remember my failures and downfalls,
another biirthday that passes and THE ONE never calls.
I'm never happy, or ever even glad,
that it's another birthday, the one gift from Dad.
not even worthy enough to celebrate my own spirit,
cause each year that passes I grow to fear it.
it's coming to claim me and slay me on the eve of the night,
that I turn twenty-five and fade out of sight.
John K Brewster
"Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver"- Lord Tennyson