Retired Frame
My joints have all but broken,
As I struggle to hold my delicate posture.
These old bones groan to the touch.
I can no longer support life,
Like I abundantly once could.
As time passes, I grow lonelier,
For no one pays me any attention anymore.
The once so frequent visits have ceased.
At times, I feel unwanted and unworthy,
In keeping a fire lit, if I were cast into the flames.
These hollow bones sometimes remember,
The days when I used to be strong.
I used to relive and be stuck on such memories,
But most of those memories have long faded away.
I spend most of my time in solitude,
Tossed into the corners of life.
My varnish has wrinkled,
Arthritis has totally taken over.
As I painfully splinter, understanding,
I am in the image of my carpenter.
And with faith...to one day meet again.
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For Matt Caliri's contest " Speak chair! Speak! "
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