This was once a living

This was once a living

You could call a life

Pure and true

Tough love

Hard lived

Embraced by dignity

Worn with pride

Now it lives in disgrace

Maybe even disgust

I feel what it means to be half a person

To not be wholly intact

To be alone in a room full of people

A life full of love

I don’t know how this works

But it does

All too well

And I know it all

I know it all too well

Each dread filled moment of joy

Turned quickly to sorrow

How easy it may seem

To turn it all around

To see it all through

But this is not a life that’s left

It’s a chore

An imposition on my soul

I am undone and I cannot

Be rebuilt anymore

I’ve never loved so little

But so deeply

I have never chosen solitude

As friend or foe

Despair

It’s what I feel

It’s how I feel

I know what I feel

Lit up like a stage

For all to watch

For all to see

A spectacle

A picture of times gone by

Times left by and by

When there is no

Time left

I know what it is

I know how it is

I know who it is

All that life

Drained and devoid

But what if it aches

What if it throbs

I know it’s true

I know how true

Wild and unabashed

The beginning of life

When it was so fresh and new

Uninterrupted by knowledge and feeling

Power in a smile, in a laugh

Wholesome and unwavering

What a sense of sorrow

I know it has faded

I know what has faded

I know I life has faded

And when I get to where

I am going

Where I am going

Not even the devil knows

How I will get there

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

I know, nobody knows