The Keepers Athenaeum

For yellowdoorz

i see the frailty my future holds
i see the dust gathering on my shelves
holding the books
holding the pages
the story of my life gathering dust.
i see the frailty my future holds
i see it in the generation before mine
before theirs
before theirs
corpses rotting before death.
i see the frailty my future holds
i see myself looking back at my youthfull strides
looking back in time
reaching back in time
my body is broken, all i have is my mind…
everything has changed
i have no control

i dont want to look in the mirror
and see my youth as it was
i want to look in the mirror
and watch it all disappear.
i dont want to look in the mirror
and see my corpse looking back
i want to look in the mirror
and watch it all disappear

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 27th, 2005 at 2:38 pm and is filed under Jarody's Poems.