My body speaks
cartilaginous creaks
and my organs groan from within.

They talk of past deeds
And unspoken needs
And of course the occasional sin.

My heart skips beats
With random deceits
As I gasp with innocent surprise.

My stomach churns
And regularly burns
So much it brings tears to my eyes.

And those eyes are now blurred
larger type is preferred
Is this not the path of the wise?

My brain still remembers
But sometimes dismembers
The order in which I surmise.

My fingers they swell
And they hurt like hell
And perhaps that’s where I am bound.

My ears are still good
I still hear as I should
But all I hear is meaningless sound.

My tongue lost it’s taste
And now flavor I chase
And so I pile on the spice.

And my dear sense of smell
Is leaving as well
And that doesn’t seem very nice.

So what do I retain
From this sad refrain
Of my ability to engage with life?

To discover reality
Is naught but travesty
And there’s little meaning to the strife.