Aisles of cache, and reminiscent suffering.
Displays of verity, temporary veiling.
Three decades of utilization, leading to creation.
Installation of hope, investment in patience.
Once luminous, now voided.
Dull. Known. This heart, sitting on a shelf.
This body, secondhand.
Aspiration to be noticed, straight back and chest out.
Strides continue, and dust collects.
Stagnant and lost, one desire left.
Your hands, to take this heart.
Keep it safe, and keep it new.
All I ask, is you.

Cracked and fragile,
A broken reflection.
Shattered and glued,
Nothing but dejection.  
Crooked spines,
And useless soles.
Weakened roots,
Dissolve control.
With seductive tongues,
Come colored thighs.
Deception is truth,
Creating the wise.

Memory serves well,
A movie reel of clarity.
Loud and clear,
Subtitles playing.
I move.
You flinch.
My sickness,
Your burden.
Stress induced steps,
Pave the path of malaise.
My intent to ease,
Conducts discomfort.
And the questions.
Oh the questions
Probing my soul,
Triggering affliction.