Everything is falling apart
at an agonising rate.
Just the other day I heard
a girl screaming
silently drowning in that dive
of early morning slate sky;
her eyes grey and bored,
valiantly still chewing gum
that the flavour had fled long ago.
Everything is falling apart
at an agonising rate.
Just the other day I heard
a girl screaming
silently drowning in that dive
of early morning slate sky;
her eyes grey and bored,
valiantly still chewing gum
that the flavour had fled long ago.
MY TROUBLED MIND 
This is truly brilliant and jerks one right back to the fading reality of life
agonizingly beautiful
“Everything is falling apart
at an agonising rate.”
I’m 65. I relate.