Age is finally getting to me
my chest is sore from lack of sleep
or maybe from the visceral need
to find somewhere else to be
or my heart is bursting this skin
fractured sternum
and I’m having trouble breathing
my arms and my legs will whither and wait
for a day when they can get back their strength
my mind will reside in my stomach’s pit
and I’ll do my darnedest to get
a semblance of my self
an understanding of who am I and where I’ve been
and why I was there and am still here
what’s coming and going
what’s flowing upstream
which mornings are worth mentioning
and which are worth nothing
these nights these nights
these nights on the road
it’s the only place
I have left to go
taking the detour
I’m not lost anymore
I’m just bending each turn ‘til I recognize the signs
street names are old friends and this time
I’m not happy to see them
I wish that these evenings
didn’t feel the same
age is attacking me
and dammit
I could use a change.
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