Feeling old

Feeling old

With wrinkles contorting my thoughts

Twisting them into knots

Caustic cynicism burns my hope

As the world and its worries 

Rest upon my narrow shoulders

And my legs stumble beneath me

So it’s comforting sometimes

To think that I am merely

A timid flickering amongst a sky of stars

A spark amongst slumbering volcanoes

A baby feeling old

At eighteen