Never getting over it

 I am getting older

Bolder

Colder

More afraid

But less scared

Deeper

But more shallow

More willing to feel it all

And wanting to escape from it

Something is pulsating deep deep inside

And is likely to be shushed by screens

But dreams and screams have a way of

Strangely coming back

I'm getting older wiser darker slimmer

More patient and more shrill

I'm getting smarter, lovelier

More and more alive

I am.