My selfish mind has no companion,
My bitter heart stings with lonesomeness.
The urge to find relations,
Grows more fierce day by day.
Ugly is this body filled with toxins,
Driving deep into my soul.
Lonely is this life of mine,
No one will ever know.
I see the wrinkles,
Showing age I have yet to understand.
Eyes full of experience,
Too deep to see their depth.
In hands that have worked hard,
The life has drained completely.
Though we can’t turn back the hands of time,
We can remember what once was.
Pages flat, untouched,
I flip through using them with my fingers.
Words that were unseen are coming alive,
The story unfolding beneath my eyes.
The smell is like no other,
Filling my nose with its fresh scent.
I’ve got a new book,
I’ve got a new adventure.
Words fill a mouth stitched shut,
Intertwined with fear.
Lots and lots of words to say,
Only screaming silent prayers.
Loosen the passage,
Pry open the doors,
Hear the words of surrender.
Let them out,
To continue on their way.