Saturday, November 5, 2011

Fix

"Fix"
By Ruhudeen Ali
November 4th, 2011


These thoughts are so rusted
These eyes are so tired
This body needs repair
Has the hope gone expired?

The excitement is so short
The pain is predictable
Regret retorts
The cycle is inevitable.

This feeling is so abused
The suffering seems endless
I am so confused
I do not pretend this.

The cure is so distant
The answers are lost
Yet the questions are persistent
Living on, but at what cost?

This scene is oft-played
The soul needs a prayer
This body has quickly-aged
Still it tarries toward despair.

This place was once scary
But now its home to this purpose gone rotten
To this weary body the pain is so normal
That the cure is now forgotten.


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