Tired

I’m tired and sad,

For death steaming 

down the alley has 

my skittles scattered 

Respected and loved

cut down, indescribable. 

Whilst I look on in fear.

It’s your age, people say

Inevitably, immutable 

But still I mourn 

Too much, too many

Overwhelming 

Whilst I cower

Child like in a corner 

of my mind

Hope it stops soon