The piano, skew

on the beach, slowly subsides --


in the rising tide.

Every seven weeks

the hairdresser cuts and trims --


me three weeks younger.

I see decay and death in middle youth,
Remembering the shroud by each gray strand.

My heart is restless now, without an aim,
Because this is not what I once had planned.

I cannot speak the tongue I want to speak,
And cannot find a soul who'll understand.

Upon street boxes:

tears of time, shreds of something --


to be seen somewhere.

Bones decayed
Muscle & skin flayed

Near decade long agony endured
Endless wait for no remedy procured

Persons laugh and gibe
Hellions unable to repent or apologize

Lovers leave or never give a chance
"Meeting you was an unfortunate circumstance"

21 years of life lived
Nothing but difficult and destructive

Where to start?
A broken heart,
cloudy skies,
blinded eyes,
hollow bones,
anxious tones,
a shaking hand,
a crumbling land,
an empty head,
I should be dead.
Trembling legs,
throat of gags,
roughed lips,
unused hips,
frail arms,
can do no harm.
Nothing left,
a torn cleft,
loss of scent,
my life is spent.
A black abyss,
the forgotten kiss,
shallow breath,
I'm close to death,
frigid tongue,
my life is hung.
Said my goodbyes,
my body dies.
A living hell,
this empty shell,
many tears,
for you, my dear.
Save my please!
From this disease.
**** my sorrow,
on the morrow,
don't let me go,
down below.
Pick me up,
help me sup,
I'm on my knees!
Forgive me?... please...