15 Years

the magic age for your greatest poetry ever written
the start of rebellion
and cynical thoughts

when you start pondering over existence
after which you stop spelling believe without lie
when you want to live again you realise you are long dead inside

looking back at 35
you accepted the fact that nothing is there without agenda
that magic age lies elsewhere in another life

before which you were a void in the body of a doll
after which you became a void housed in a walking dead
the only year you ever lived