Legacy

by michaelcahill

Biographical, Auto? Perhaps...

Legacy

my heart is but an aching mass
and sorrow fills this dark expanse
        this chamber where my doubts
        like smoke envelope dreams
it seems all my screams are just for me
for I'm alone
                no one to hear
        clearly pity is my quest
though it is self who heeds the tome

but I am twenty and I've all the days ahead

is it fear within or butterflies longing to fly backwards
fire chases me from dreams
before the truth of nightmares might reveal
graffiti carved walls close in
could, would, should

but I'm just forty-five with many days ahead
or so the hourglass pretends

I rush no more
for a hurry eludes me these days
it occurs but bones demure
with false disdain
        I applaud a beating heart
        and point out breathing
                with optimism
                my smile is loose and quickly closes
behind wise and thoughtful lips

sixty-three…
more to come
it seems so
it seems so

Will there be a ripple in time?

I'll wonder in the days ahead