It will not be unfinished
Captive in its pretense of vitality
It its sense of virtue
Perfumed with selfishness
Yet hope remains
Faith sustains
I can only look forward
And I know I can do this
I know I can do this
I know I can do this
Maybe better and plenty
Above any dream inspired
You give me strength
You hold me up
To some part of me that was
Brilliant and Unyielding
No fear
Emblazoned
Vitalized
Even Burning
I’m still burning
The fire is not yet out
In this pile of ash
There is light though
Dimly lit
If I could only fit
This body of mine
As it ages-it betrays
It wages war
On a sunny disposition
Blinded by
Its own humanity
Consumed by its own mistrust
But a good deed
Can go a long way
And if I have any say
It can rise and it
May surprise even
The bitterness
As it dies.
A Dead Language 