Empty
Please do not tell me
That I am not old
Because I know
That you are just being kind
Or lying to me
Or just blind to the fact
That I am and have
Grown old
There are no joints
In this body of mine
That move without aching
Or memories where my stupidity
In thinking that life and love
Is somehow better
Over the next hill
I have left too many lovers
In the dust of roads
That I have traveled
Without ever looking back
Never realizing
That what I left behind
Were miles of unfilled dreams
I have grown old
In an empty room
In an empty house
In an empty world
Filling my life
With the fullness
Of absolutely ...
Nothing
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2015
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