With each passing day I fade.
With each heart break I loose more and more.
The man in the mirror?
I do not recognise.
Where did he go?
When did he go?
Each day like the last.
Running uphill against the winds of time.
My heart pounds with desire.
Desire to love.
Desire to be loved.
A need to exist.
The fire once burning with in me.
A mere flicker of what was.
Time heals all wounds.
My scars run deep.
The path I walk.
Strewn with regrets.
I take care not to stumble.
For fear of no return.
Fear of chances not taken.
Words not said.
My future unwritten.
My prayers unanswered.
Hope wells up in the eyes of the lost.
Hope is life.
I am alive.